Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | July 25, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Central Park

by John Gould Fletcher  (1886 – 1950).

Central Park (1921)

A frieze in movement,
Faces to the sunlight,
Curved necks, keen ears, long sweep of splendid tails,
Quivering hoofs rattling,
Keen flanks quivering,
Like flames the millionaires pass in the morning;
Out of the earth they seem to spring,
And pass
Between the windblown clouds and the motionless mournful trees.
These are the children of the sun:
Carelessly galloping
Towards the dull wavering storm-cloud uprising with mutters and flashes of flame,
With tragic unseeing smiles
They go on.


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