Structure Pylons The secret of these hills was stone, and cottagesOf that stone made,And crumbling roadsThat turned on sudden hidden villagesNow over these small hills, they have built the concreteThat trails black wirePylons, those pillarsBare like nude giant girls that have no secret.The valley with its gilt and evening lookAnd the green chestnutOf customary root,Are mocked dry like the parched bed of a brook.But far above and far as sight enduresLike whips of angerWith lightning’s dangerThere runs the quick perspective of the future.This dwarfs our emerald country by its trekSo tall with prophecyDreaming of citiesWhere often clouds shall lean their swan-white neck. Stephen Spender Share this:FacebookTwitterPinterestGoogleLike this:Like Loading... 4 thoughts on “Structure” Add yours Wow! Great shots LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thank you LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Beautiful structures indeed! Good selection! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thank you LikeLike Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.