- Non-Erotic Poetry
- City Heart
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Click hereConcrete poured and steel
beamed the only grass here
parked central to a thousand
glass eyes watching the world
half-lidded rectangulated
behind terra-cotta flowerpots
car ballets dance en glissade
symphonies beep conducted
in red green blinks changing
faces come go but keep
moving talk like belonging
somewhere so Pippa passes
and God's in an after hours
club on 52nd Street waiting
drinking Campari and Soda
I don't know meadows canyons
horses trot steaming past
dawn and brownstone stoops
rain shined the patently black
avenues slicked and squeaking
down to caverns to turnstiles
tokens pass the day swallowed up
roaring forward I don't know
the nature of open sky I know
cityscape geography I know you.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozabout 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.
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LeBrozover 17 years agoAnother exquisite vision of life in the city, the Big City, NYC, of course.
The_Foolalmost 20 years agoHey Ange,
Wanna come out and play with words? Bring yours cause you got lots more than me and they stack nicer.
YDDalmost 20 years agoUnfortunately, when we arrive, it always does.
Good imagery and word play/use. You capture city life seemingly effortlessly.
The way you use line breaks creates a stutter-step that somehow increases the poem's intensity/veracity and doesn't detract from the way it reads as might be expected.
Well done
annaswirlsalmost 20 years agoGrowing up on a farm, raising sons in the city, I want them to know that tomatoes do not come from the back of a white truck on the shoulders of a husky man, but then again, I never knew that is where tomatoes went when they left the field....
You captured the rich diversity of experiences we can have living in different environments-- nice job Angeline.
bluerainsalmost 20 years agoin the heart of the city is a tree waiting to be hugged....perhaps you will find one!!! florida is getting to be all concrete and stone walls ..builders are buying all the pristine land and stripping the green world of mockingbirds and butterflies and such...the prices of housing has tripled in the past year alone ....folks trying to find a little forest of their own and in the end....what is american pie really doing to us all....nice write...peace/blue
tarablackwood22almost 20 years agoI grew up playing in the grass of Central Park, looking up at the glass that hid a million eyes......this brought me home. Thank you
Tathagataalmost 20 years agosmall in the wide open spaces??
lol
Great images and word combinations
very guttural and..well...city like
A nice piece as always
thank you
