Melbourne written by Chris Wallace Crabbe
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Not on the ocean, on a muted boy
Where the broad rayd drift slowly over mud.
And flathead loll on the sand, a city bleats
Between the Plains of water and the loam.
If surf beats, it is faint and far away;
If slogans blow around, we stay at home,
Not warm, not cold (in all things moderate), following our familiar tides, Elsewhere
Victims are bleeding, sun is beating down
On patriot, guerilla, refugee.
We see its newsreels, when we divine in town
Ideas are grown in other gardens while
This chocolate soil throwns up its heavest of
Imported and deciduous platitudes,
None of them flowering bodly or for long;
And we, the gardeners, sccurely smile
Humming a bar or two of rusty song
Old tunes are good enough if sign we must;
Old images re-vamped ad nauseam,
Will Sate- the burgher's eye and keep him quiet.
As the great wheels run on, and should he seek
Variety, there's wind, there heat, ther's frost.
To feed his conversation all the week.
Highway by highway the remorseless cars
Strangle the city, point it out of pain,
its limbs still kicking feebly on the hills
Nobody cares. The artists sail at down
For brisker parts, or rot in public bars,
Though much has died here, little has been born.
Melbourne poem by Chris Wallace-Crabbe summary
Melbourne is a peaceful City inhabited on a muted bay in between c and fields of rich soil. The sun shines brightly on the city, but it has moderate climate. It is neither too hot nor too cold. It is free from disturbance and turmoil. Most of the general things of daily needs are imported and they are temporary. People like old things, old images and old songs. People make things from old things till they become disgusting. For variety, there is its winds, its heat and its frost. People generally talk on these topics. People live a carefree life. But artists are not in a comfortable position. They go either to the busy shore ( for earning their living) or waste their talents in public bars. Much of the old things, custom and tradition of the city have been destroyed but nothing significant has yet been born.
Central Idea of the poem Melbourne written by Chris Wallace Crabbe
This poem gives us important information about Melbourne a famous city in Australia. It was written by Chris Wallace Crabbe. Crabbe has written many poem describing life and activities in Melbourne. The present poem tell us about Melbourne's geographical situation, its climate, Its trades and people's attitude towards, various things.
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