5:30 and the winter dark is bleak between damp haloed lamps along the Avenue that's housed both Hamilton and nuns, but now is flanked on either side by soot seamed Gothic battlements transposed and flat-faced modern factories where the production line of classrooms will manufacture the raw ore of immigrants to engineers. While wind-plucked flagpole lines play brass to scurries of night-student feet, I teach the ambiguities of language's precision to calculation's latest clique, who queasy at the equivocal set sail on their geodesy, fixed point to point as though between these lamps where I amongst the other gargoyles smirk into the dusk. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OFFERING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ACCOMPLISHED FACTS by CARL SANDBURG ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL ISN'T IT ROMANTIC by KAREN SWENSON |