DON MARQUIS: LOWER NEW YORK – A STORM
Don Marquis
(1878 – 1937)
Lower New York – a Storm
White wing’d below the darkling clouds
The driven sea-gulls wheel;
The roused sea flings a storm against
The towers of stone and steel.
The very voice of ocean rings
Along the shaken street—
Dusk, storm, and beauty whelm the world
Where sea and city meet—
But what care they for flashing wings,
Quick beauty, loud refrain,
These huddled thousands, deaf and blind
To all but greed and gain?
Don Marquis poetry
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