I grow weary of the foreign cities

I grow weary of the foreign cities

The poem "I Grow Weary of the Foreign Cities" by Bliss Carman is a reflection on the exhaustion and disillusionment that can come from traveling and experiencing new places. The speaker expresses their desire to return home and escape the constant movement and change. Through vivid imagery and evocative language, Carman conveys the idea that even the most exotic and exciting destinations can lose their appeal when they become repetitive and familiar.

By Bliss Carman · First published 1907 · Genre: Poetry, Travel Literature, Autobiography · 125 words

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I grow weary of the foreign cities, / The sea travel and the stranger peoples. / Even the clear voice of hardy fortune / Dares me not as once on brave adventure.

For the heart of man must seek and wander, / Ask and question and discover knowledge; / Yet above all goodly things is wisdom, / And love greater than all understanding.

So, a mariner, I long for land-fall, -- / When a darker purple on the sea-rim, / O'er the prow uplifted, shall be Lesbos / And the gleaming towers of Mitylene.

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Nostalgia · Wanderlust · Expatriation · Disillusionment · Cultural critique · Travel literature · Poetic prose · Metaphor · Imagery · Symbolism · Melancholy · Loneliness

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