***We Rise On Sun Beams And Fall In The Night Dawn's orb orange-raw shining over Palisades bare crowded branches bush up from marshes-- New Jersey with my father riding automobile highway to Newark Airport-- Empire State's spire, horned buildingtops, Manhattan rising as in W. C. Williams' eyes between wire trestles-- trucks sixwheeled steady rolling overpass beside New York-- I am here tiny under sun rising in vast white sky, staring thru skeleton new buildings, with pen in hand awake ... © Copyright: Алла Молчанова, 2015.
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