Sidney Beck Poet Imagism

Merciless City

MERCILESS   CITY

Grimy city blocks worn and cold are lost
In rusted steel and roots of permafrost. 
Faintly emerging from the gloom hazily misted,
The crane’s spire is a ship’s mast listed 
In an ice-fog off Baffin’s distant northwest coast  -
A crooked sky-hook reduced to ghost.
Barely seen, swirling in an icy grimace,
A patch of whiter fog hides the sun’s bright face.
The distant cars disappear and are lost without pity,
Trying to escape the cold shoulder of the city.

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Written today on a January morning in St. Petersburg,Russia.

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Ilene Bauer January 22, 2012 at 7:48 PM beautifully descriptive, but it doesn't sound like a place i'd like to be!