A Fire-Truck Poem by Richard Wilbur
A Fire-Truck
Right down the shocked street with a
siren-blast
That sends all else skittering to the
curb,
Redness, brass, ladders and hats hurl
past,
Blurring to sheer verb,
Shift at the corner into uproarious gear
And make it around the turn in a squall
of traction,
The headlong bell maintaining sure and
clear,
Thought is degraded action!
Beautiful, heavy, unweary, loud,
obvious thing!
I stand here purged of nuance, my
mind a blank.
All I was brooding upon has taken
wing,
And I have you to thank.
As you howl beyond hearing I carry you
into my mind,
Ladders and brass and all, there to
admire
Your phoenix-red simplicity, enshrined
In that not extinguished fire.
Submitted by Robert Fish
Haunting expression. Beautiful poem by Richard Wilbur. Thanks to Robert Fish for submission.
This poam is CRINGE, not gonna lie its very much cringe im useing this much space that way I fill the character limit
Why is it cringe? Do you even understand the meaning? By your spelling I can tell you're probably 7 years old, so your opinion means nothing
Thank you, Robert, for introducing me to this great poem! Vivid and fresh description. No question what he’s writing about. And notice, poets, how the rhyme fits in so logically and easily; I missed it at first. Cool! -GK
It will be a poor fun having a fire device, and no chance to show its mettle..........very well crafted to mean a lot......... thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/8/2024 2:17:40 PM # 1.0.0
This is a good poem, I like it a lot.