City Poems

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
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The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
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The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square
With the new city street it has to wear
A number in. But what about the brook
That held the house as in an elbow-crook?
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One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivulet and the musical sounds of the birds until I reached a lonely spot where the flowing branches of the trees prevented the sun from the touching the earth.

I stood there, and it was entertaining to my soul - my thirsty soul who had seen naught but the mirage of life instead of its sweetness.
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The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and men deserted the streets for their houses in search of warmth, while the north wind probed in contemplation of laying waste the gardens...
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Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
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And one of the elders of the city said, "Speak to us of Good and Evil."

And he answered:
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After that hot gospeller has levelled all but the churched sky,
I wrote the tale by tallow of a city's death by fire;
Under a candle's eye, that smoked in tears, I
Wanted to tell, in more than wax, of faiths that were snapped like wire.
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Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, "Speak to us of Crime and Punishment."

And he answered saying:
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They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone
That want is here a stranger, and that misery's unknown;
For where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet
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I saw a city filled with lust and shame,
Where men, like wolves, slunk through the grim half-light;
And sudden, in the midst of it, there came
One who spoke boldly for the cause of Right.
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(or Blues for a Mississippi Black Boy)

I was born in Mississippi;
I walked barefooted thru the mud.
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Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
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The trees along this city street,
Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as thin and sweet
As trees in country lanes.
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Only one cell in the frozen hive of night
is lit, or so it seems to us:
this Vietnamese café, with its oily light,
its odors whose colorful shapes are like flowers.
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Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
children sleep,
exchanging dreams with
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I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
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Skin remembers how long the years grow
when skin is not touched, a gray tunnel
of singleness, feather lost from the tail
of a bird, swirling onto a step,
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Beautiful city

Beautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion,
O you with your passionate shriek for the rights of an equal
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Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roof
out my window across the street, a bird perched on the cross
surveys the city's blue-grey clouds. Larry Rivers
'll come at 10 AM and take my picture. I'm taking
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The Forbidden City
A poem by Rosa Jamali
Translated from original Persian into English by the Author
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A city is killed a city
There is no sleep in the eyes for a moment
A city lights many lanterns of hope
Many dreams bring forth many words.
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Metro City,
This is Metro City,
Metro Railway,
Underground Railway Station City
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A city belonging to the most outstanding loveliness White Nile state of Sudan, located around 380 meters away of swinging of light through eyes is full of peace and calm mingle, like a moment all thought dies.

It is located in the opposite direction of the state capital on the bank of Gorgeous the River White Nile and these cities are linked by a bridge; no waist to place my arms around, no lips for me to rub; No hair to lose my fingers in, nor ear to whisper sweet words of love and belle.
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My awesome city is the place where we find ourselves breath out happily and feeling peace and happiness that scattering us get back feeling the tranquility of its surroundings.

There is no a place like Omdurman can make us feel tremendous peace; swaying in where roses bloom upon tree in a field.
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Foreword

This is a poetic eulogy to the outlaw Bonnie Parker.
Including here all the known poems associated with Bonnie,
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City of Faces
Everywhere has faces and so do you
The point is not to eliminate the other point of view
We are never just one thing; neither is this place
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No sound no movement no sign of life in it now,
Alas, my bustling city is lying today as a dead python being shattered.

The city where I'm born and brought up,
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David Dinkins, professor at Columbia University.
African American first mayor of New York City.  
variety of lifestyles and political life within the city.  
In the assembly a politician from a Marine and lawyer of the city.  
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This is the CITY
It is a City of MASJID
It was a safe CITY:
This was the city of sweet breeze at dawn
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