Henry Street 
Cadman Plaza winter aconite
Cadman Plaza witch hazel
Brooklyn Bridge
Manhattan Bridge amelanchiers
Brooklyn Bridge Park witch hazel
Brooklyn Bridge Park Cornelian cherry
East River phragmites
Montague Street fence
Furman Street divider
Atlantic Avenue
As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.
And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
'Love has no ending.
'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,
'I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.
'The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.'
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.
'In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.
'In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.
'Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.
'O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed.
'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.
'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.
'O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.
'O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.'
It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.
As I Walked Out One Evening
by W. H. Auden
by W. H. Auden
As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.
And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
'Love has no ending.
'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,
'I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.
'The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.'
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.
'In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.
'In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.
'Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.
'O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed.
'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.
'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.
'O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.
'O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.'
It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.
The story of my life:)
ReplyDeletexo J.
The poem, the pictures, the quality of the light, deterioration amid spring promise.... you got it.
ReplyDeleteNew York in its simple dress.
ReplyDeleteThat blue blue sky and and the witch hazel and then the poem
Lovely. And you found your aconite. Hurrah. (Aside)Have you seen the dissing of the witchhazels on gardenrant today? Clearly they haven't witnessed them in Brooklyn this year, where they have been fantastic. Thanks for the tour.
ReplyDeleteLove the colors in these photos! And the images on that street divider...what exactly are they? They look like aliens or?? It's wonderful to see the photos of the bridges. My only exposure to them is via blogs or on the Bravo Channel with Bethenny. I still have never seen witch hazel here. I need to check it out. I suppose if it will grow in snowy NY it will grow anywhere??
ReplyDeleteThat's a lovely witch hazel, despite what's said on garden rant.
ReplyDeletePositively love the only untitled picture. Anarchy with a sense of purpose, best way I can describe what I see in it...
ReplyDeleteI meant picture #11, hadn't noticed the previous hazels were also untitled...
ReplyDeleteYou do magic with a camera!
ReplyDeletepoetry in images as well as words
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