From Brooklyn Poem by Evelyn Scott

From Brooklyn



Along the shore
A black net of branches
Tangles the pulpy yellow lamps.
The shell-colored sky is lustrous with the fading sun.
Across the river Manhattan floats-
Dim gardens of fire-
And rushing invisible toward me through the fog,
A hurricane of faces.

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