For everyone who might need a little poetry on a snowy Saturday night: February Evening in New York BY Denise Levertov As the stores close, a winter light opens air to iris blue, glint of frost through the smoke grains of mica, salt of the sidewalk. As the buildings close, released autonomous feet pattern the streets in hurry and stroll; balloon heads drift and dive above them; the bodies arent really there. As the lights brighten, as the sky darkens, a woman with crooked heels says to another woman while they step along at a fair pace, You know, Im telling you, what I love best is life. I love life! Even if I ever get to be old and wheezy—or limp! You know? Limping along?—Id still ... Out of hearing. To the multiple disordered tones of gears changing, a dance to the compass points, out, four-way river. Prospect of sky wedged into avenues, left at the ends of streets, west sky, east sky: more life tonight! A range of open time at winters outskirts.
Posted on: Sun, 02 Feb 2014 03:34:13 +0000
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