Poem 1

Poem By Alice Notley

St. Mark's Place caught at night in hot summer,
Lonely from the beginning of time until now.
Tompkins Square Park would be midnight green but only hot.
I look through the screens from my 3rd floor apartment
As if I could see something.
Or as if the bricks and concrete were enough themselves
To be seen and found beautiful.
And who will know the desolation of St. Mark's Place
With Alice Notley's name forgotten and
This night never having been?

Comments about Poem 1

I've never been to St. Mark's Place. I should have gone there the last time I was in NYC. I love the ending she pulls off in this poem.
The landscape not just of poetry, fortunately, but of life.
Mmmmm, I love all the mystery here!


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