
The work presents a vivid and stark portrayal of an urban landscape, characterized by a sense of desolation and existential reflection. The setting is depicted as a harsh, uninviting environment where the passage of time brings little change or hope. The imagery of houses, described as having a forced and passionless communion, suggests a community devoid of warmth and connection. The architecture is likened to a violent picture-puzzle, hinting at underlying chaos and disarray. The poem explores themes of decay and the passage of time, with references to the houses as "vastly flattened faces" and "Gothic platitudes," emphasizing their lifelessness and the weight of history. The use of stark contrasts, such as the cool glare of sunlight against the somber atmosphere, creates a tension between the vibrancy of life and the underlying sense of death that permeates the scene. The people moving through this space are described as "a stream of accidental shadows," reinforcing the idea of their transitory existence and the futility of their actions. The harsh noises of the city momentarily disrupt the silence, yet they quickly fade back into an undertone of unreality, suggesting a deeper existential crisis. Overall, the work captures a bleak vision of urban life, where the physical environment reflects the emotional and spiritual desolation of its inhabitants. The imagery and tone evoke a sense of melancholy, inviting readers to contemplate the nature of existence within a seemingly indifferent world.
By Maxwell Bodenheim · First published 1928 · Genre: Poetry, Modernist Literature, Urban Fiction · 251 words
Seasons bring nothing to this gulch Save a harshly intimate anecdote Scrawled, here and there, on paint and stone. The houses shoulder each other In a forced and passionless communion. Their harassed angles rise Like a violent picture-puzzle Hiding a story that only ruins could reveal; Their straight lines, robbed of power, Meet in dwarfed rebellion. Sometimes they stand like vastly flattened faces Suffering ants to crawl In and out of their gaping mouths. Sometimes, in menial attitudes They stand like Gothic platitudes Slipshodly carved in dark brown stone. Tarnished solemnities of death Cast their transfigured hue on this avenue. The cool and indiscriminate glare Of sunlight seems to desecrate a tomb, And the racing people seem A stream of accidental shadows. Hard noises strike one's face and make It numb with momentary reality, But the noiseless undertone returns And they change to unreal jests Made by death.
Fifth Avenue. (New York) is listed on Textopian as a poem by Maxwell Bodenheim, dated 1928 CE.
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Poetry · American Literature · Modernism · Urban Landscape · New York City · City Life · Social Commentary · Economic Inequality · Class Struggle · Love and Relationships · Intimacy · Isolation