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...FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BOOK OF STONES AND LILIES by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: THE VERDICT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE RAND MCNALLY ATLAS by KAREN SWENSON THE SONG MAKER by SARA TEASDALE |