The Lonely Street Poem by William Carlos Williams

The Lonely Street

Rating: 2.8


School is over. It is too hot
to walk at ease. At ease
in light frocks they walk the streets
to while the time away.
They have grown tall. They hold
pink flames in their right hands.
In white from head to foot,
with sidelong, idle look--
in yellow, floating stuff,
black sash and stockings--
touching their avid mouths
with pink sugar on a stick--
like a carnation each holds in her hand--
they mount the lonely street.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mountain Man 27 October 2020

Sounds like a very sad street, needs a little tenderness.

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