The City
A white bird is the big sky. Under it a cowering city stares. The houses are half-dead old people. A gaunt carriage-horse gapes grumpily. Winds, skinny dogs, run weakly. Their skins squeel on sharp corners. In a street a crazed man groans: You, oh, you - If only I could find you... A crowd around him is surprised and grins derisively. Three little people play blind man's bluff - A gentle tear-stained god lays the grey powdery hands Of afternoon over everything.
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"A white bird is the big sky...."
Exploring the themes of classic, Alfred Lichtenstein delivers a powerful performance in "The City"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...