Thursday, August 21, 2014


There is something about this quietness, the sun having gone down and
the sky so full of color.
What are all those ferryboats doing going down so quietly, all by
themselves, down the river?
The buildings, standing there so still, what are they doing there?
What is all this darkness?
Where are all the people?
O, they'll be all around again, don't worry, they'll all come back again.
They'll be here again after the darkness, after the dawn: they'll all be
here again.
-Robert Clairmont, "N.Y. Harbor: Sunday Evening"

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