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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE EXPRESS TRAIN, by LUDWIG FULDA Poet's Biography First Line: I hasten by a city lightning-fast Last Line: My own forgotten life! | |||
I hasten by a city lightning-fast Here in the rattling train: I see Streets, houses, people shooting past, Wagons, lanterns, signs in flight, Overlapping in my sight; Blotted, dim they seem to me. Here I lived once long ago, Lived for years In youth's impassioned sacred glow, In love and hate, in hopes and fears. Round the corner there-- To the left, by the square-- Lives my one-time worshipped fate; Behind the walls there, flitting past, I could almost hold it fast-- No: too late--too late! The last few houses--the empty plain: The long-lost world is fled again, With joys and sorrows great Of storm-blessed youthful strife.-- I feel as if this moment I Had like a stranger hurried by My own forgotten life! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ADOLF WILBRANDT ON HIS SEVENTIETH ANNIVERSARY by LUDWIG FULDA TO EDUARD MORIKE by LUDWIG FULDA A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 5. HIS DISCOURSE WITH CUPID by BEN JONSON TIPPERARY: 4. BY OUR OWN A. E. HOUSMAN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A LULLABY by THOMALLY HOLBECH ANDERSON THE HUNTER'S SONG by WILLIAM BASSE SONNET TO - -. by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE GREAT LEADER by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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