somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xerxes this man: a narrow thudding timeshaped face plus innocuous winking hands, carefully inhabits number I on something street Spring comes the lean and definite houses are troubled. A sharp blue day fills with peacefully leaping air the minute mind of the world. The lean and definite houses are troubled. in the sunset their chimneys converse angrily, their roofs are nervous with the soft furious light, and while fire-escapes and roofs and chimneys and while roofs and fire-escapes and chimneys and while chimneys and fire-escapes and roofs are talking rapidly all together there happens Something, and They cease (and one by one are turned suddenly and softly into irresponsible toys.) when this man with the brittle legs winces swiftly out of number I someThing street and trickles carefully into the park sits Down. pigeons circle around and around and around the irresponsible toys circle wildly in the slow-ly-in creasing fragility --. Dogs bark children play -ing Are in the beautiful nonsense of twilight and somebody Napoleon | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO TARTAR, A TERRIER BEAUTY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES L.E.L.'S LAST QUESTION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CONCORD HYMN; SUNG AT COMPLETION OF CONCORD MONUMENT, 1836 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE THREE FISHERS by CHARLES KINGSLEY WOODS IN WINTER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LOUIS XV by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) CHRIST TO HIS SPOUSE by WILLIAM BALDWIN WRITTEN, AT THE REQUEST OF A GENTLEMAN, UNDER A .. PICTURE by RICHARD BARNFIELD TO MRS W. ON HER EXCELLENT VERSES WRITTEN IN A FIT OF SICKNESS by APHRA BEHN |