Week 4: A London Thoroughfare by Amy Lowell

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A London Thoroughfare 2 a.m. by Amy Lowell

They have watered the street,
It shines in the glare of lamps,
Cold, white lamps,
And lies
Like a slow-moving river,
Barred with silver and black.
Cabs go down it,
One,
And then another.
Between them I hear the shuffling of feet.
Tramps doze on the window-ledges,
Night-walkers pass along the sidewalks.
The city is squalid and sinister,
With the silver-barred street in the midst,
Slow-moving,
A river leading nowhere.

Opposite my window,
The moon cuts,
Clear and round,
Through the plum-coloured night.
She cannot light the city;
It is too bright.
It has white lamps,
And glitters coldly.

I stand in the window and watch the moon.
She is thin and lustreless,
But I love her.
I know the moon,
And this is an alien city.

2 thoughts on “Week 4: A London Thoroughfare by Amy Lowell

  1. London Night

    The night is really dark
    There is no dogs that bark
    The street lamps have gone really bright
    In this city, there is so much light
    No cars are driving by
    No people are on the streets
    London’s night is lightly dark
    Like a light bulb has just burst
    The shops are all closed
    The birds are singing loud
    People have gone to sleep and the lights have gone out
    The worms and foxes are in the dirt
    And everyone can see the full moon
    Its shaped and round like a balloon
    And the sunshine will be coming soon

  2. London After light

    London at night,
    Its like staring at millions of stars shining bright,
    London Bridge is the brightest in the city,
    Its considered London’s greatest beauty.

    Oxford street ,
    Filled with festive lights,
    Its glimmers at night , like its filled with fireflies,
    London looks like a dream at night.

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