willow moon pearce

Rookie - 0 Points (October 1951 / London, UK)

Greenwich Village, March 2004 - Poem by willow moon pearce

It has to be a place to visit once in your life.
Changes have happened,
Buildings rebuilt
But it is still magical greenwich village.

Remember the names of Dylan Thomas, Allen Ginsberg and
Jack Kerouac and the faded names, remembered
Now but for a few magical time they were here..

The numerous coffee and book shops
Attract me magnetically
As I read with my endless capuccino

In the morning light, the old sidewalks and streets
A memory of New York
I can almost see the spirits of Anais nin and Henry Miller
I think so, I hope so - I came here as a lover to an old friend.


Comments about Greenwich Village, March 2004 by willow moon pearce

  • Indira Renganathan (8/10/2009 1:03:00 AM)


    Old is gold...nice nostalgic picture....10 (Report) Reply

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  • (4/25/2006 7:45:00 AM)


    The ghosts of people past which linger in places, and remind US of who we used to be, with lingering desire to bring it all back. Beautifully expressed... (Report) Reply

  • (4/25/2006 4:45:00 AM)


    What a fine nostalgic word painting.. Ten for this.

    Warm regards,

    Sandra
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 24, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, April 24, 2006


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