<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535717" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Upon This Wide Water, For Staten Island Ferry, circa 1985, Manhattan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">.<br>'On the ferry-boats the hundreds and hundreds that cross, <br>returning home, are more curious to me than you suppose, <br>And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence are<br>more to me, and more in my meditations, than you might suppose.'<br>- Walt Whitman, from 'Crossing Brooklyn Ferry'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>1</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon this wide water, Whitman's bay, wandering<br>outward toward Eastward windings -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon this white-starred charted bay we ride<br>gray with midnight leaning toward the Towers**<br>distant growing, stalking, yellow and glowing, <br>mimicing the stars -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our eyes stare tearing, <br>seawind pushes lids to slits.<br>We glimmer. Lights shimmer<br>ahead and above, <br>and still we cry -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The ferry, furtive, floats the edge of Manhatta.<br>There's power pushing against the bow, <br>riptides to the rear, but we go on, <br>approach sleepily, enamored of gin and<br>the beds we will make again and again<br>pulling sheets tighter. This stretching water<br>safe-keeps the light of eyes and the city there-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon the water's wide skirt one will, quiet, <br>lift up a hand to the spray, sway for love, <br>and pray for the world -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A dark tern unfurls from the sail<br>of a starboard yacht, flirts once with<br>the silhouette extended upon the wave, <br>then leaves, an under-turning rail or rudder<br>sinking in the ferrier's wake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each night there must be one, out there, <br>on the deck, supplicating in boozy tongue, <br>oozing heart-love all over, spurning the way<br>things go down in the world, cheap spindrift<br>the cranes know of, dipping their bloated beaks<br>to the waves. And he must dip his head, braying, <br>with his hands motioning to the night -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away! Away! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[**World Trade Towers]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535717" data-title="Upon This Wide Water, For Staten Island Ferry, circa 1985, Manhattan de Warren Falcon" data-description=". 'On the ferry-boats the hundreds and hundreds that cross, returning home, are more curious to me than you suppose, And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence are more to me, and more in my meditations, than you might suppose.' - ..."></div> </div> </div>

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