It's time to share this again:
In my opinion, one of the most important poems ever written. It's long, but there are many gems in its matrix, and the final stanza is of the saving grace. September 1, 1939 I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade: Waves of anger and fear Circulate over the bright And darkened lands of the earth, Obsessing our private lives; The unmentionable odour of death Offends the September night. Accurate scholarship can... Sign in to see full entry.