Here you will find the Poem Street Light of poet John Crowe Ransom
The shine of many city streets Confuses any countryman; It flickers here and flashes there, It goes as soon as it began, It beckons many ways at once For him to follow if he can. Under the lamp a woman stands, The lamps are shining equal well, But in her eyes are other lights, And lights plus other lights will tell: He loves the brightness of that street Which is the shining street to hell. There's light enough, and strong enough, To lighten every pleasant park; I'm sorry lights are held so cheap, I'd rather there were not a spark Than choose those shining ways for joy And have them lead me into dark.
