I I came up out of the subway and there were people standing on the steps as if they knew something I didn't. This was in the Cold War, and nuclear fallout. I looked and the whole avenue was empty, I mean utterly, and I thought, The birds have abandoned our cities and the plague of silence multiplies
Continuing his support of New York's rich literary tradition, Governor Cuomo appointed Marie Howe as the state poet laureate on August 29, 2012. Throughout her two-year two year term, the poet laureate promotes and encourages poetry writing throughout New York by giving public readings and talks within the state.
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The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into trendier hands. She lived, impervious to trends, behind a potted hedge of rubber trees, with three cats, a canary--refuse from whose cage kept sifting down and then germinating, a yearning
Long vast shapes... cooled and flushed through with darkness... Lidless windows Glazed with a flashy luster From some little pert café chirping up like a sparrow. And down among iron guts Piled silver Throwing gray spatter of light... pale without heat... Like the pallor of dead bodies.