A Night Of Storm Poem by Archibald Lampman
A Night Of Storm
Oh city, whom grey stormy hands have sown,
With restless drift, scarce broken now of any,
Out of the dark thy windows dim and many
Gleam red across the storm. Sound is there none,
Save evermore the fierce wind's sweep and moan,
From whose grey hands the keen white snow is shaken
In desperate gusts, that fitfully lull and waken,
Dense as night's darkness round they towers of stone.
Darkling and strange art thou thus vexed and chidden;
More dark and strange thy veiled agony,
City of storm, in whose grey heart are hidden
What stormier woes, what lives that groan and beat,
Stern and thin-cheeked, against time's heavier sleet,
Rude fates, hard hearts, and prisoning poverty.
ONE: Archibald Lampman is like Keats and Wordsworth a nature poet. He is remarkable for descriptive precision and emotional restraint. Although characterized by a skillful control of rhythm and sound, they tend to display a sameness of thought. He has a weak heart due to his lameness since he was seven years old and a deteriorating health.
TWO: But his poems are of its own kind, descriptive precision and emotive restraint, lovely to read and to think about. Congratulations to the family of Archibald Lampman to be chosen as Classic Poem Of The Day! Hurray! I do not dare to give this poem a number 10 or so, since it deserves a myriad 10´s and more! Sincerely, Sylvia FC
Such an interesting poem written by a great poet👍 Thanks for sharing...
He was called the John Keats of Canada. Because of dying young or because of his beautiful poems?
True life well portrayed here, insightfully rendered. Sublimest poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 1:54:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
as too often happens, there's a typo—no doubt it should be thy towers not they towers in the eighth line. that aside, this poems summons a grim portrait of a city in the early days of the industrial revolution. -gk