In Collins Street
I stood in the heart of the city street,
I felt the throb of her pulses beat,
The thunder of life on the sunny air,
The waves of the people everywhere,
I stood in the heart of the city street,
I felt the throb of her pulses beat,
The thunder of life on the sunny air,
The waves of the people everywhere,
Here is a long and silent street
I walk in blackness and I stumble and falland rise, and I walk blind, my feettrampling the silent stones and the dry leaves
Someone behind me also tramples, stones, leaves:if I slow down, he slows;if I ru...
They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone That want is here a stranger, and that misery's unknown;
For where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet My window-sill is level with the faces in the street — Drifting past, driftin...
The heavy mahogany door with its wrought-iron screen Shuts
And the sound is rich, sympathetic, discreet
The sun still shines on this eighteenth-century scene With Edwardian faience adornment — Devonshire Street
No hope
On Rabbi Kook's Street I walk without this good man— A streiml he wore for prayer A silk top hat he wore to govern, fly in the wind of the dead above me, float on the water of my dreams
I come to the Street of Prophets—there are none
And...
Art thou he
—The seer and sage, the hero and lover—yea,
The man of men, then away from the haughtyday Come with me
Ho—ho