London's Summer Morning (2025)
Richard
Track 1
Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Glide past graffiti scrawled on shuttered shops.
Through sliding doors, the weary office swarm
As screens announce delays in sterile tones.
At dusk, the rooftop gardens glow with life,
After Mary Robinson
The whoosh of cyclists weaving past in streams,
And London, ever-changing, hums along.
The courier drops a parcel, scanning codes,
A takeaway bag swinging at his side.
The pavement poets dream of better days—
On every corner, fruit stalls gleam with hues—
The screech of buses, chatter in the streets,
While neon vests of builders blaze like fire
Earbuds humming podcasts, heads downturned.
Food vans perfume the air with scents of spice,
On scaffolded horizons. At the door,
Of London waking, bathed in amber light?
And oat-flat-white seekers queue in droves.
Now coffee machines whirr in glass-fronted shops,
The underground exhales its gusts of heat,
Mango, dragon fruit, and avocados ripe—
While buskers pluck at strings or drum on tins,
As traders banter over steaming woks.
Across impatient thumbs.
Cocktails raised to city skylines, while below,
Spills out, lattes in hand, as newsfeeds scroll
Who has not stirred to hear the restless hum
Along the pavement, runners pace their miles,
Of corporate kingdoms; power-suited ghosts
Now sunlit glass ignites the towering spires
Their rhythms swallowed by the sirens' wail.