Pride In New York City Poem by Romeo Della Valle
Pride In New York City
How could I ever return
When leaving put the past behind me?
Some kinds of love I have no use for,
It would be like searching
In pockets that are empty...
Peering into the one-way glass limousines
I hope to see someone I recognize
While, simultaneously
Someone is shaking coins in cup
Te tell me he is hungry-
Can I be stretched
Between two such worlds?
On the borderline of each
Under the microscope of publicity
And the indifference of police...
Do those who have succeeded before me
Know to abuse the bondage of poverty?
The freezing action of debt and terror
Is still better than owing personal favor...
Too many out of work- where's the cure
For the destruction of pride?
After it is turned inside
It becomes a character flaw
And everybody tries to hide
What they presume to be humiliating
But it is just the prejudice
That makes it unbearable....!
When you wake up in the morning
Thinking about what you have to do
Or what you ought to be doing
You can never really grasp what has passed
In the hours spent revitalizing
The sub-conscious memory...
And though you take substance
From the world you know,
This is not what really refreshes You...
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My favourite line (The freezing action of debt and terror) ..fantastic write, , Poverty is a gift of God to praise him more in our life or get his eternal wealth..10+++++ Great poem! ! ! ! !
Can I be stretched Between two such worlds? On the borderline of each Under the microscope of publicity And the indifference of police... And though you take substance From the world you know, This is not what really refreshes You... The two worlds. You're either caught up in one, or the other - but hopefully it's one that brings true happiness and peace.
Friend, you have penned cruel reality so artistically. This imperfection is increasing everywhere in the world.tone of the poem is exactly matching with the theme.
The world is not a perfect place... However writing about perfection would become pretty mind numbing... Perhaps the world is not a perfect place so that poetry may exist... Beautifully written poem...
just a wonderful poem which shows your tender heart to your city and your cares for the poor...some broken pieces of your heart when you see the big gap sleeping silently and 'the reasonable indifference' that are freezing the city...whisper from the deepest of your heart...and it's not undertone but your true voice...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 12:08:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
gawd..this is good and powerful..great juxtaposing between wealth and poverty..fantastic imagery...perfect write on important issue. Thanks!