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(Created page with "<meta author="Oppenheim, James" year_of_publication="1914" genre="Poetry" publisher="New York The Century Co." journal="Songs for the New Era" page_range="115-116" /> <annotations> == Washington Square == <paragraph keywords=""> <poem> Starless and still... Who stopped this heart? Who bound this city in a trance? </poem> </paragraph> <paragraph keywords=""> <poem> With open eyes the sleeping houses stare at the Park: And among nude boughs the slumbering...") |
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With open eyes the sleeping houses stare at the Park: | With open eyes the sleeping houses stare at the Park: | ||
And among nude boughs the slumbering hanging | And among nude boughs the slumbering hanging moons are gazing: | ||
moons are gazing: | And somnambulant drops of melting snow glide from the roofs and patter on the pave... | ||
And somnambulant drops of melting snow glide from | I in a dream draw the echoes of my footfall silvery sharp... | ||
the roofs and patter on the pave... | |||
I in a dream draw the echoes of my footfall silvery | |||
sharp... | |||
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Sleep-walking city! | Sleep-walking city! | ||
Who are the wide-eyed prowlers in the night? | Who are the wide-eyed prowlers in the night? | ||
What nightmare-ridden cars move through their own | What nightmare-ridden cars move through their own far thunder? | ||
far thunder? | What living death of the wind rises, crackling the drowsy twigs? | ||
What living death of the wind rises, crackling the | |||
drowsy twigs? | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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In the enchantment of the ebb of life, | In the enchantment of the ebb of life, | ||
In the miracle of millions stretched in their rooms | In the miracle of millions stretched in their rooms unconscious and breathing, | ||
unconscious and breathing, | |||
In the sleep of the broadcast people, | In the sleep of the broadcast people, | ||
In the multitude of dreams rising from the houses, | In the multitude of dreams rising from the houses, |
Latest revision as of 11:35, 16 July 2024
Author | Oppenheim, James |
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Genre | Poetry |
Journal or Book | Songs for the New Age |
Publisher | The Century Co. |
Year of Publication | 1914 |
Pages | 115-116 |
Additional information | - |
Starless and still...
Who stopped this heart?
Who bound this city in a trance?
With open eyes the sleeping houses stare at the Park:
And among nude boughs the slumbering hanging moons are gazing:
And somnambulant drops of melting snow glide from the roofs and patter on the pave...
I in a dream draw the echoes of my footfall silvery sharp...
Sleep-walking city!
Who are the wide-eyed prowlers in the night?
What nightmare-ridden cars move through their own far thunder?
What living death of the wind rises, crackling the drowsy twigs?
In the enchantment of the ebb of life,
In the miracle of millions stretched in their rooms unconscious and breathing,
In the sleep of the broadcast people,
In the multitude of dreams rising from the houses,
I pause, frozen in a spell.
We sleep in the eternal arms of night:
We give ourselves, in the heart of peril,
To sheer unconsciousness:
Silently sliding through space, the huge globe turns.
I cannot go:
I dream that behind a window one wakes, a woman:
She is thinking of me.