Helen of Troy and Other Poems/City Vignettes

by Sara Teasdale

For works with similar titles, see City Vignettes.

 

CITY VIGNETTES

I

DAWN

THE greenish sky glows up in misty reds,
The purple shadows turn to brick and stone,
The dreams wear thin, men turn upon their beds,
And hear the milk-cart jangle by alone.

II

DUSK

The city's street, a roaring blackened stream
Walled in by granite, thro' whose thousand eyes
A thousand yellow lights begin to gleam,
And over all the pale untroubled skies.

III

RAIN AT NIGHT

The street-lamps shine in a yellow line
Down the splashy, gleaming street,
And the rain is heard now loud now blurred
By the tread of homing feet.