City Poems
The City In Which I Loved You
by Li-Young Lee
And when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
andI mount the scabbed streets,
the long shouts of avenues,
and tunnel sunken night in search of you...
That I negotiate fog, bituminous
rain rining like teeth into the beggar's tin,
or two men jackaling a third in some alley
weirdly lit by a couch on fire, that I
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The City Planners
by Margaret Atwood
Cruising these residential Sunday
streets in dry August sunlight:
what offends us is
the sanities:
the houses in pedantic rows, the planted
sanitary trees, assert
levelness of surface like a rebuke
to the dent in our car door.
No shouting here, or
shatter of glass; nothing more abrupt
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Aftermath
by Siegfried Sassoon
Have you forgotten yet?...
For the world's events have rumbled on since those gagged days,
Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways:
And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow
Like clouds in the lit heaven of life; and you're a man reprieved to go,
Taking your peaceful share of Time, with joy to spare.
But the past is just the same--and War's a bloody game...
Have you forgotten yet?...
Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you'll never forget.
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Lot's Wife
by Wislawa Szymborska
They say I looked back out of curiosity.
But I could have had other reasons.
I looked back mourning my silver bowl.
Carelessly, while tying my sandal strap.
So I wouldn't have to keep staring at the righteous nape
of my husband Lot's neck.
From the sudden conviction that if I dropped dead
he wouldn't so much as hesitate.
From the disobedience of the meek.
Checking for pursuers.
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A Timbered Choir
by Wendell Berry
Even while I dreamed I prayed that what I saw was only fear and no foretelling,
for I saw the last known landscape destroyed for the sake
of the objective, the soil bludgeoned, the rock blasted.
Those who had wanted to go home would never get there now.
I visited the offices where for the sake of the objective the planners planned
at blank desks set in rows. I visited the loud factories
where the machines were made that would drive ever forward
toward the objective. I saw the forest reduced to stumps and gullies; I saw
the poisoned river, the mountain cast into the valley;
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Midnights
by Everleigh Blackburn
At the stroke of midnight,
The world falls silent and still.
The moon shines brightly above,
Casting shadows that chill.
The stars twinkle and dance,
In the night sky above.
A gentle breeze whispers secrets,
Of lost dreams and love.
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The City Is a Garment
by Michael R. Burch
These are poems about city life, poems about modern life and relationships, Also poems about cities like Alexandria, Chernobyl, Hiroshima, Louisville, Memphis, Moscow, Nashville and Salzburg,
The City Is a Garment: Nashville
by Michael R. Burch
A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,—
the city is a garment stretched so thin
her festive colors bleed into the night,
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O' Toronto
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
If I die here, let it be known
You were my happy place
Not Disney
As the smell of the sewers
Cascade into my nostrils
I think, one day, I'll grab the literati
Of this city and be praised
O' Toronto let down yr hair
And save me from these small town doldrums
That put a chain around my ankles to
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Roses in Gold
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Roses in gold sheen
glinting fire at hot June noon
Sun washed garden blooms
Sparkling city paved in gold
in scents of summer so old
And the City Again/І знову місто (Ukr.)
by Halyna Myroslava
і знову місто проникає в тебе нотою мі
фонити без перерви саксофонним гуком вулиць
мі мі мі
місто
вмістилище містики
міст
викладений щільними ярусами
як велетенська надбудова
над стисненою від страху ріллею
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