I've been trying to find poems dealing with the environment of the city, and the feelings, images, and particularly sounds it envokes. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

There's a poem I remember reading years ago, about New York most likely. The author created a creature out of elements of the city, like "its fingers were used syringes, its ears overflowing trashcans". He or she personified the city as a living, breating entity made up of its various elements. Any ideas?

Also, I read a poem the other day called Music in the Age of Iron. Anyone know the author or text of the poem?

thanks for your help!

-- Ben (wudog23@hotmail.com), May 20, 1999

Answers

I found this poem about a city sunset by Mbuyiseni Oswald Mtshali

The sun spun like a tossed coin. It whirled on the azure sky, it clattered into the horizon, it clicked in the slot, and neon-lights popped and blinked "Time expired," as on a parking meter.

-- S Eddy (smeddy@worldnet.att.net), May 25, 1999.

Music in the age of iron - author is Alberto Blanco, who is a teacher Facultad de Idiomas y Ling|mstica en la Universidad de Texas, El Paso - it was written in spanish ( La musica en la edad de ellers) - maybe you could ctc him there - will let you know if I find something else

-- ilza (ilza@pobox.com), May 20, 1999.