A Night Of Storm

Oh city, whom grey stormy hands have sown,
With restless drift, scarce broken now of any,
Out of the dark thy windows dim and many

by Archibald Lampman Click to read full poem

Comments (19)

The first line is unconventional and I do not know exactly what it means with that whom or how to take it. This poem plays with the position, the normal position of words a bit too much.
A great poem by Archibald Lampman....
What stormier woes, what lives that groan and beat, Stern and thin-cheeked, against time's heavier sleet, Rude fates, hard hearts, and prisoning poverty....so touching. Beautiful poem.
A very moving mix of Nature and spirit which leaves me in a wondrous state.
many Gleam red across the storm. Sound is there none, Save evermore the fierce wind's sweep and moan, . beautiful poem great 10++++++
City of storm, in whose grey heart are hidden What stormier woes, what lives that groan and beat, Stern and thin-cheeked, against time's heavier sleet, Rude fates, hard hearts, and prisoning poverty. descriptive.. very fine poem. tony
TWO: But his poems are of its own kind, descriptive precision and emotive restraint, lovely to read and to think about. Congratulations to the family of Archibald Lampman to be chosen as Classic Poem Of The Day! Hurray! I do not dare to give this poem a number 10 or so, since it deserves a myriad 10´s and more! Sincerely, Sylvia FC
ONE: Archibald Lampman is like Keats and Wordsworth a nature poet. He is remarkable for descriptive precision and emotional restraint. Although characterized by a skillful control of rhythm and sound, they tend to display a sameness of thought. He has a weak heart due to his lameness since he was seven years old and a deteriorating health.
'Darkling and strange art thou thus vexed and chidden; More dark and strange thy veiled agony, City of storm, in whose grey heart are hidden..' awesome lines about the bad times of the city. Very well crafted and beautiful poem. Enjoyed.
as too often happens, there's a typo—no doubt it should be thy towers not they towers in the eighth line. that aside, this poems summons a grim portrait of a city in the early days of the industrial revolution. -gk
Storm in the soul as well
Hands sow the city of storm and its woes harden human hearts. Very true of the ruthlessness of city life in this age.
excellently penned- a night of STORM Darkling and strange art thou thus vexed and chidden; More dark and strange thy veiled agony
Darkling and strange art thou thus vexed and chidden/More dark and strange thy veiled agony................A great poem....10
A totally lyrically wonderful piece that should be put to music,
Night's darkness! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A night of storm, vividly contrasted with a lifetime poverty. An enjoyable, yet provocative read.
Stunning expression. Beautiful poem. Thanks to his soul.
Such an interesting poem written by a great poet👍 Thanks for sharing...