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From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning,
please come flying.
Poems: North & South—A Cold Spring (1955)
Cold dark deep and absolutely clear,
element bearable to no mortal,
to fish and to seals...
Poems: North & South—A Cold Spring (1955)
It is like what we imagine knowledge to be:
dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free,
drawn from the cold hard mouth
of the world, derived from the rocky breasts
forever, flowing and drawn, and since
our knowledge is historical, flowing, and flown.
Poems: North & South—A Cold Spring (1955)
The big fish tubs are completely lined
with layers of beautiful herring scales
and the wheelbarrows are similarly plastered
with creamy iridescent coats of mail,
with small iridescent flies crawling on them.
Poems: North & South—A Cold Spring (1955)