The Shining Streets of London
I’ve been looking for my favorite poem, that I half-learned at school. Here it is, thanks to Corinna
The Shining Streets of London by Alfred Noyes
Now in the twilight after rain
The wet black streets shine out again
And softly through the coloured gloom
The lamps like glowing tulips bloom.
Lighted shops down aisles of mist
Smoulder in gold and amethyst
And paved with fragments of the skies
Our sooty town like Venice lies.
Buses like gondolas lifting high
Their sooty prows against the sky
And lighted faces row on row
From darkness into darkness go.