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Poems About New York

Table of Contents

  1. Brooklyn Bridge by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
  2. Autumn Dusk in Central Park by Evelyn Scott
  3. Sunset: Battery Park by Evelyn Scott
  4. From Brooklyn by Evelyn Scott

  1. Brooklyn Bridge

    by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

    No lifeless thing of iron and stone,
    But sentient, as her children are,
    Nature accepts you for her own,
    Kin to the cataract and the star.

    She marks your vast, sufficing plan,
    Cable and girder, bolt and rod,
    And takes you, from the hand of man,
    As some new handiwork of God.

    You thrill through all your chords of steel
    Responsive to the living sun,
    And quickening in your nerves you feel
    Life with its conscious currents run.

    Your anchorage upbears the march
    Of time and the eternal powers.
    The sky admits your perfect arch.
    The rock respects your stable towers.

  2. Autumn Dusk in Central Park

    by Evelyn Scott

    Featureless people glide with dim motion through a quivering blue silver;
    Boats merge with the bronze-gold welters about their keels.
    The trees float upward in gray and green flames.
    Clouds, swans, boats, trees, all gliding up a hillside
    After some gray old women who lift their gaunt forms
    From falling shrouds of leaves.

    Thin fingered twigs clutch darkly at nothing.
    Crackling skeletons shine.
    Along the smutted horizon of Fifth Avenue
    The hooded houses watch heavily
    With oily gold eyes.

  3. Sunset: Battery Park

    by Evelyn Scott

    From cliffs of houses,
    Sunlit windows gaze down upon me
    Like undeniable eyes,
    Millions of bronze eyes,
    Unassailable,
    Obliterating all they see:
    The warm contiguous crowd in the street below
    Chills,
    Mists,
    Drifts past those hungry eyes of Eternity,
    Melts seaward and deathward
    To the ocean.

  4. From Brooklyn

    by Evelyn Scott

    Along the shore
    A black net of branches
    Tangles the pulpy yellow lamps.
    The shell-colored sky is lustrous with the fading sun.
    Across the river Manhattan floats—
    Dim gardens of fire—
    And rushing invisible toward me through the fog,
    A hurricane of faces.