Poems on the topic: observation

Poems on the topic “observation” on Poets.by.

DreamyWallace Stevens

Anecdote of Canna

Huge are the canna in the dreams of X, the mighty thought, the mighty man. They fill the terrace of his capitol. His thought sleeps not. Yet thought that wakes In sleep may never meet another thought Or thing.... Now day-break comes.... X promenades the dewy stones, Observes the canna with a clinging eye, Observes and then continues to observe.
ContemplativeLola Ridge

Train Window

Small towns Crawling out of their green shirts... Tubercular towns Coughing a little in the dawn... And the church... There is always a church With its natty spire And the vestibule-- That's where they whisper: Tzz-tzz... tzz-tzz... tzz-tzz... How many codes for a wireless whisper-- And corn flatter than it should be And those chits of leaves Gadding with every wind? Small towns From Connecticut to Maine:
ContemplativeElizabeth Madox Roberts

People Going By

Before they come I hear their talk And hear their feet go on the walk. Some go fast and some go slow, And some of them I almost know. In mornings they are going down To see somebody in the town. Or Mrs. Warner hurries past; She has to go and come back fast. She walks by quick and will not stop, To go to the church with the cross on top. I think she goes there every day To take her rosary and pray. And one of them is Mr. Jim-- And the big white dog that follows him. And one is lame; that's Uncle Mells; He takes off warts by mumbling words,

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