Park Benjamin

(1809-1864 / USA)

New York Harbor On A Calm Day - Poem by Park Benjamin

Is this a painting? Are those pictured clouds
Which on the sky so movelessly repose?
Has some rare artist fashioned forth the shrouds
Of yonder vessel? Are these imaged shows
Of outline, figure, form, or is there life
Life with a thousand pulses-in the scene
We gaze upon? Those towering banks between,
E'er tossed these billows in tumultuous strife?
Billows! there's not a wave! the waters spread
One broad, unbroken mirror; all around
Is hushed to silence-silence so profound,
That a bird's carol, or an arrow sped
Into the distance, would, like larum bell,
Jar the deep stillness and dissolve the spell.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 27, 2012

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