CITY of orgies, walks and joys!
City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make you illustrious,
Not the pageants of you—not your shifting tableaux, your spectacles, repay me;
Not the interminable rows of your houses—nor the ships at the wharves,
Nor the processions in the streets, nor the bright windows, with goods in them;
Nor to converse with learn’d persons, or bear my share in the soiree or feast;
Not those—but, as I pass, O Manhattan! your frequent and swift flash of eyes offering
me
love,
Offering response to my own—these repay me;
Lovers, continual lovers, only repay me.

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3 Comments

  1. Elle says:

    Wow, he sure must’ve had a good time there

  2. Beth says:

    This poem is perhaps the inspiration for Sex and the City? What a fantastic expression of life.

  3. matt crosson says:

    Only one word to describe this: hot!
    He obviously enjoyed life.
    Matt

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