Crossing Brooklyn Ferry [home demo]

by Todd Gehman

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In the glad glide of this river
In the swift tide's ebb and flow
As the ships in port at anchor
Made the circles wheeling slow

I can see you

In the wide wake of our passage
With the gazes thirsting eyes
As our fleeces, tinged with violet,
Hold the steam tug by our side

I can see you

As the fires in foundry chimneys
Burning high and glaring bright
On the tops of Brooklyn houses
Cast their sharp and ghostly light

I can see you

As the film so necessary
From the clefts of Brooklyn crags
To the grey walls of the granite
Calls the sunset nation's flags

I can see you

But the dark may cast in patches
As the twelfth-month seagull caws
So our thoughts are daft and meager
Have we not accepted cause?

I can see you

But we left our generation
To its blank, suspicious fall
Having crossed on to Manhattan
Having faced you, one and all

I can see you

It avails not, I am with you
In the crests that frolic white
As our thoughts eternal furnish
In the spokes of centered light

I can see you