THE current quickens, and in golden flow Hurries its flotsam downward through the night -- Here are the rapids where the undertow Whirls endless motors in a gleaming flight. From blazing tributaries, left and right, Influent streams of blue and amber grow. Columbus Circle eddies: all below Is pouring flame, a gorge of broken light. See how the burning river boils in spate, Channeled by cliffs of insane jewelry, Painting a rosy roof on cloudy air -- And just about ten minutes after eight, Tossing a surf of color to the sky It bursts in cataracts upon Times Square! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EHEU, FUGACES! by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE BRIDES' TRAGEDY: ACT 3, SCENE 2 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES CONTRABAND by AVENELLE WILMETH BLAIR LIFE PASSES ON by MARIANNE CLARKE FORGIVENESS LANE by MARTHA GILBERT DICKINSON |