The Skyscraper Loves Night Poem by Carl Sandburg
The Skyscraper Loves Night
ONE by one lights of a skyscraper fling their checkering cross work on the velvet gown of night.
I believe the skyscraper loves night as a woman and brings her playthings she asks for, brings her a velvet gown,
And loves the white of her shoulders hidden under the dark feel of it all.
The masonry of steel looks to the night for somebody it loves,
He is a little dizzy and almost dances ... waiting ... dark ...
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4/24/2024 5:13:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A bright, brilliant poem, like the lights of a skyscraper at night, when it looks far more beautiful than in the daytime. The skyscraper is like a person looking for someone to love, 'a little dizzy'. I loved the Twin Towers.