OH, the dingy winter days! Oh, the woven blues and greys! Oh, the drizzles and the puddles and the freezing! Nippy Paris to New York Is a sinker to a cork Superstition and tradition all her pleasing. Oh, the glacial Gallic gloom In a candle-darkened room Sends the spirit of a Gothamite to zero When I found the fire dead And sped shuddering to bed. How I longed to dream of burning Rome and Nero! Don't believe them when they say The Parisians all are gay; Not a capital where gaiety so rare is. Why, I positively think My Manhattan blues are pink When contrasted with the blues I had in Paris. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON GOING UNNOTICED by ROBERT FROST BUT NOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UNWANTED MEMORY by CLARENCE MAJOR WINTER SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CHILD OF MY HEART by EDWIN MARKHAM IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE |