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A Garden In Chicago

Rating: 3.1

In the mid-city, under an oiled sky,
I lay in a garden of such dusky green
It seemed the dregs of the imagination.
Hedged round by elegant spears of iron fence
My face became a moon to absent suns.
A low heat beat upon my reading face;
There rose no roses in that gritty place
But blue-gray lilacs hung their tassels out.
Hard zinnias and ugly marigolds
And one sweet statue of a child stood by.

A gutter of poetry flowed outside the yard,
Making me think I was a bird of prose;
For overhead, bagged in a golden cloud,
There hung the fatted souls of animals,
Wile at my eyes bright dots of butterflies
Turned off and on like distant neon signs.

Assuming that this garden still exists,
One ancient lady patrols the zinnias
(She looks like George Washington crossing the Delaware),
The janitor wanders to the iron rail,
The traffic mounts bombastically out there,
And across the street in a pitch-black bar
With midnight mirrors, the professional
Takes her first whiskey of the afternoon--

Ah! It is like a breath of country air.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 23 May 2020

In the mid-city, under an oiled sky, the dusky green perception was wonderfully witnessed. A gutter of poetry flowed outside the yard when the poet was deeply motivated. The garden still existed in memory. A Garden In Chicago has greatly inspired the poet. This is an amazing poem..

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Konab Ghumman 16 April 2019

cool and beautifully penned it here hung the fatted souls of animals, Wile at my eyes bright dots of butterflies Turned off and on like distant neon signs.

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Buck Mulligan 05 December 2009

Shapiro is a genius... (There is a typo in the fifth line of the second stanza - should be 'while' not 'wile' - I don't know how to fix it)

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Mauta Peter 27 March 2009

excelent marrying of nolstagia for the country cool and beauty of solitude in a chaotic city environment.

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