IRRADIATIONS: 9, by JOHN GOULD FLETCHERPoet's Biography
First Line: The houses of the city no longer hum and play Last Line: Sees, in the shadow below, the unpeopled hush of a street.
The houses of the city no longer hum and play: They lie like careless drowsy giants, dumb, estranged.
One presses to his breast his toy, a lighted pane: One stirs uneasily: one is cold in death.
And the late moon, fearfully peering over an immense shoulder, Sees, in the shadow below, the unpeopled hush of a street.
