timecrunch • read

A short, descriptive poem on the environment of Wall Street in the 1920s. The 4th line of this poem specifically captured me. I think the air of liveliness from the café itself is interesting when comparing to the sullen mood of the rest of the poem. While this may not be intended as part of the interpretation I think that the use of a sparrow for comparison instead of another songbird is intriguing because of the fact that (house) sparrows were an invasive species at the time that this had been published - which may not be the intended meaning of the author, but even if it is unintentional I do think it says something about even just the unconscious encroachment of the values that Wall Street (& by extension, America) prioritizes and the cost of that which can be compared to an invasive species.