четверг, февраля 22, 2007

Flow on, river! flow with the flood-tide,

and ebb with the ebb-tide!
Frolic on, crested and scallop-edg’d waves!
Gorgeous clouds of the sun-set!
drench with your splendor me, or the men and women generations after me;
Cross from shore to shore, countless crowds of passengers!
Stand up, tall masts of Mannahatta!
— stand up, beautiful hills of Brooklyn!
Throb, baffled and curious brain!
throw out questions and answers!

Walt Whitman
From
"Crossing Brooklyn Ferry"
1900
as ingraved on a rail
of one of Brooklyn piers
2007

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