melting & burning


NEW YORK AT NIGHT BY THE BANKS OF THE HUDSON – Celia Dropkin
November 2, 2013, 7:02 am
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Seeping from the cells of your skyscrapers
is golden honey, light,
through millions of windows,
as through the cells of gigantic honey-combs,
you can see golden honey,
human honey, light.
Immense bees built their beehives here,
a forest of beehives,
and filled them until they overflowed with honey,
human honey—light.
The Hudson at night is black as pitch,
and the honey flows
and swallows the pitch on the shores of New York.

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Trees like these with golden fruit,
a forest of golden fruit,
gigantic cedars
hung with lanterns.

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