object:1.whitman - Sparkles From The Wheel
author class:Walt Whitman
subject class:Poetry
book class:Whitman - Poems
class:chapter
WHERE the city's ceaseless crowd moves on, the live-long day,
Withdrawn, I join a group of children watchingI pause aside with
them.
By the curb, toward the edge of the flagging,
A knife-grinder works at his wheel, sharpening a great knife;
Bending over, he carefully holds it to the stoneby foot and knee,
With measur'd tread, he turns rapidlyAs he presses with light but
firm hand,
Forth issue, then, in copious golden jets,
Sparkles from the wheel.
The scene, and all its belongingshow they seize and affect me!
The sad, sharp-chinn'd old man, with worn clothes, and broad
shoulder-band of leather;
Myself, effusing and fluida phantom curiously floatingnow here
absorb'd and arrested;
The group, (an unminded point, set in a vast surrounding
The attentive, quiet childrenthe loud, proud, restive base of the
streets;
The low, hoarse purr of the whirling stonethe light-press'd blade,
Diffusing, dropping, sideways-darting, in tiny showers of gold,
Sparkles from the wheel.
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