9.11.2024 – some page of figures

some page of figures
filed away — till elevators
drop us from our day ..

9-11 Day 2024.

Adapted from an excerpt in the poem, “The Bridge: To Brooklyn Bridge” by Hart Crane as reprinted in The Complete poems of Hart Crane, Doubleday & Company, Garden City, NY, 1933.

How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest
The seagull’s wings shall dip and pivot him,
Shedding white rings of tumult, building high
Over the chained bay waters Liberty—

Then, with inviolate curve, forsake our eyes
As apparitional as sails that cross
Some page of figures to be filed away;
—Till elevators drop us from our day …

I think of cinemas, panoramic sleights
With multitudes bent toward some flashing scene
Never disclosed, but hastened to again,
Foretold to other eyes on the same screen;