In this, the City of my Discontent,
Sometimes there comes a whisper from the grass,
“Romance, Romance – is here. No Hindu town
Is quite so strange. No Citadel of Brass
By Sinbad found, held half such love and hate;
No picture-palace in a picture-book
Such webs of Friendship, Beauty, Greed and Fate!”

In this, the City of my Discontent,
Down from the sky, up from the smoking deep
Wild legends new and old burn round my bed
While trees and grass and men are wrapped in sleep.
Angels come down, with Christmas in their hearts,
Gentle, whimsical, laughing, heaven-sent;
And, for a day, fair Peace have given me
In this, the City of my Discontent!

Analysis, meaning and summary of Vachel Lindsay's poem Springfield Magical

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  1. yann rolland says:

    in this city of dicomtent, there is something to overcome: Sadness…And that’s true in real life Too..;What a grat poem…

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