Lost City, ''Poom-Puhar'
A fallen city will not be effaced,
But drags you to its fallen doom, a place
You might have resurrected in a dream
Of fallen towers and battlements and dunes.
Ruins call in shadowed solitude.
Abandoned streets, where gusty doors complain
To you, who were the last inhabitant
And wandered on the pitted battlements
Alone, for whom the treachery of time's
A fallen city in a fallen dream.
Here are no sea-marks, no postcards on sale,
No scabrous excavations that accuse,
Only the baying sea, at which a girl
Once threw sand when puppy waves presumed.
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Comments about this poem (Lost City, ''Poom-Puhar' by Ananta Madhavan )
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
James Weldon Johnson
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
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