I am heading out from where I am, to a new place for a few days. Its not home, though I will see friends and enjoy nice drinks around a different table of sort. Here is a poem that will tell you where I’ll be. I have omitted the title and the author — props to the person that can figure it out.
What hurrying human tides, or day or night!
What passions, winnings, losses, ardors, swim thy waters!
What whirls of evil, bliss and sorrow, stem thee!
What curious questioning glances–glints of love!
Leer, envy, scorn, contempt, hope, aspiration!
Thou portal–thou arena–thou of the myriad long-drawn lines and groups!
(Could but thy flagstones, curbs, facades, tell their inimitable tales;
Thy windows rich, and huge hotels–thy side-walks wide;)
Thou of the endless sliding, mincing, shuffling feet!
Thou, like the parti-colored world itself–like infinite, teeming,
mocking life!
Thou visor’d, vast, unspeakable show and lesson!
Avoid the temptation to use google, if you can! I’ll post the title and props to the first.
The Literary Table 