That note you hold, narrowing and rising, shakes
Like New Orleans reflected on the water,
And in all ears appropriate falsehood wakes,
Building for some a legendary Quarter
Of balconies, flower-baskets and quadrilles,
Everyone making love and going shares–
Oh, play that thing! Mute glorious Storyvilles
Others may license, grouping around their chairs
Sporting-house girls like circus tigers (priced
Far above rubies) to pretend their fads,
While scholars manqués nod around unnoticed
Wrapped up in personnels like old plaids.
On me your voice falls as they say love should,
Like an enormous yes. My Crescent City
Is where your speech alone is understood,
And greeted as the natural noise of good,
Scattering long-haired grief and scored pity.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The 9th Inning poem – Ygor Noblott poems | Poetry Monster
- Lord God Have Mercy On Me
- Ярослав Смеляков – Шинель
- At Daybreak by Siegfried Sassoon
- Song—Farewell to the Highlands by Robert Burns
- On The Death Of J. C. An Infant by Phillis Wheatley
- Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare
- Reaping poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- On The Dunes by Sara Teasdale
- Владимир Костров – То в ночи она вспыхнет, как спичка
- Владимир Маяковский – Вам
- The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket by Robert Lowell
- For what’s worth breathing by Rixa White
- At Tynemouth Priory by William Lisle Bowles
- The Dark Hour by William Henry Davies
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
Philip Arthur Larkin (1922-1985), Commander of the Order of the British Empire, a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, Cavalier of the Order of the Companions of Honour, was an English poet, novelist, and librarian.