Sunday Poem

That Dear Coney Island by Chester Perkins

A CITY walled against the golden day,
A city starless in the silver night,
Hath reared in glory down her teeming bay,
Past many a roaring quay,
Electra’s Temple pinnacled with light.

Fountains ablaze and whirling wheels of fire,
A phantom garden by the rumbling sea;
Not Ctesiphon nor flame-adoring Tyre,
Not Carthage’s red pyre
E’er burned the night to such a brilliancy.

Bright mirrored towers tremble in the wave;
My black prow cleaves through faery citadels;
I gaze upon a deep, enchanted pave,
Some sea-tombed city’s grave,
Whence music ’mid the voice of revel wells.

The ghostly castles crumble; but the cry,
The song, the shouting grow; and far away
Weird echo-voices call me as they fly,
“Come! Join the night city at her play!
Forget the dark of day;
For here the ways of light and laughter lie.”

from Bartleby


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s