PAINTED WITH MIRACLES
The hand of the maker still juggles ideas :
forms and shapes, though fixed, are turning.
High and distant skylights beaming down
remind me of ten thousand places.
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A small man is bending a reed - outside the
peppermint shop on the Chinese corner. Five
taxis, piled up in their orgy, await fares who
are yelling and reaching. This world is an
abstract moment in a fixed still-life.
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I am standing on the corner where, it says
'Washington was entertained, with his troops,
at the Bull's Head Inn, at the corner
of Bowery and Canal.'
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