The City: Jibanananda Das

You have seen many big cities, my heart
The bricks and stones of those cities
The dreadful plundered eyes of words, work, hope, despair
Have burnt to ashes within my bitterness
But still I have seen the sun rise by the enormous cloud over the city
Seen the sun across the river at the harbour
Its load like the amorous peasant’s in the orange field of the clouds
Above the gas lights and high towers of the city too I have seen – stars
Flying towards a southern ocean like a multitude of wild swans

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