The little Broadway fruit-shop bursts and glows Like a stained-glass window rioting through the gloom Of a grim façade; a garden over seas; A Syracusan idyl; a lilt that flows In chords of dusk-red colour; emerald bloom Loved by the nightingale, voice of the voiceless trees; Ripe orchards mellow with innumerable bees. A dark Greek boy counts up with supple hands Lucent rotundities, the Bacchic grape In luscious pyramids, pears like a lute Most musically carved, nuts from sweet lands Demeter lost; oh, many a sculptured shape;— Had he his panther-skin, the thyrsus and the flute,— Lo, a swart faun-god mid his votive fruit. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AWAKENING RIVER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SONNET: ON FAME (1) by JOHN KEATS A HIGHLAND VILLAGE by MATHILDE BLIND AT A FUNERAL by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE JUNGFRAU'S CRY by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE THE SPHINX by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL A SONG FOR THE RAGGED SCHOOLS OF LONDON; WRITTEN IN ROME by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |