Throughout the poem, one phrase is repeated over and over: "We are the greatest city, the greatest nation, nothing like us ever was". This proves that the city really was a magnificent city with rich possessions. Something caused this glorious city to collapse and fall. Before, "the doors were cedar and the panels stips of gold and the girls were golden girls " (10-12). Now, however, after the downfall of this city, "the doors are twisted on broken hinges. Sheets of rain swish through on the wind" (17-18). This is a great comparison in theme to "There Will Come Soft Rains". Just like the city of Allendale, great cities like the one described in the poem can and will eventually fall. It's just a matter of time before "the only listeners left are the rats and the lizards" (35-36). There used to be "strong men [who]put up a city and got a nation together, and paid singers to sing and women to warble" (24-27). Now, though, "there are black crows crying, Caw, caw,'" (37-38) while building nests over the great city. At the end of all this, when "the wind shifts and the dust on a doorsill shifts" (60-61), this tells "nothing about the greatest city, the greatest nation Nothing like [them] ever was"
Throughout the poem, one phrase is repeated over and over: "We are the greatest city, the greatest nation, nothing like us ever was". This proves that the city really was a magnificent city with rich possessions. Something caused this glorious city to collapse and fall. Before, "the doors were cedar and the panels stips of gold and the girls were golden girls " (10-12). Now, however, after the downfall of this city, "the doors are twisted on broken hinges. Sheets of rain swish through on the wind" (17-18). This is a great comparison in theme to "There Will Come Soft Rains". Just like the city of Allendale, great cities like the one described in the poem can and will eventually fall. It's just a matter of time before "the only listeners left are the rats and the lizards" (35-36). There used to be "strong men [who]put up a city and got a nation together, and paid singers to sing and women to warble" (24-27). Now, though, "there are black crows crying, Caw, caw,'" (37-38) while building nests over the great city. At the end of all this, when "the wind shifts and the dust on a doorsill shifts" (60-61), this tells "nothing about the greatest city, the greatest nation Nothing like [them] ever was"