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\"Brooklyn_Bridge_1892\"<\/a>

The Brooklyn Bridge in 1892.<\/p><\/div>\n

Yesterday, I decided to walk home across the Brooklyn Bridge. With this in mind, I had downloaded a fine recording of \u201cCrossing Brooklyn Ferry\u201d before setting off, and planned to commune with Whitman, or whatever, as I marched, marveling at the ceaseless roll of existence and the beauty of the language and, if I felt like it, crying a little. There was absolutely no question in my mind that this was a fantastic idea.<\/p>\n

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FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face;
Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! I see you also face to face.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Which was all very well, except that I\u2019d forgotten that in fine weather the pedestrian thruway is so crowded that it\u2019s almost impassable. People like to stop and take pictures\u2014of themselves, or with others, or by others\u2014and you can hardly blame them for it. Not that there\u2019s anything wrong with visiting the Brooklyn Bridge! On the contrary! It\u2019s beautiful, it\u2019s historic, it\u2019s free, and walking the mile-plus span is good exercise! But it gets in the way of the idyll, a little. Undeterred, I put in my earbuds and started walking. <\/p>\n

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It avails not, neither time or place\u2014distance avails not;
I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence;
I project myself\u2014also I return\u2014I am with you, and know how it is.
Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt;
Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd;
Just as you are refresh\u2019d by the gladness of the river and the bright flow, I was refresh\u2019d;
Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with the swift current, I stood, yet was hurried;
Just as you look on the numberless masts of ships, and the thick-stem\u2019d pipes of steamboats, I look\u2019d.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

I was feeling deeply moved when a nice group of Germans asked me to take their picture. I paused my recording\u2014\u201cI was Manhattanese, friendly and proud!\u201d\u2014and took a few, just to be safe.<\/p>\n

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Now I am curious what sight can ever be more stately and admirable to me than my mast-hemm\u2019d Manhattan,
My river and sun-set, and my scallop-edg\u2019d waves of flood-tide,
The sea-gulls oscillating their bodies, the hay-boat in the twilight, and the belated lighter;
Curious what Gods can exceed these that clasp me by the hand, and with voices I love call me promptly and loudly by my nighest name as I approach;<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

I almost walked into a Japanese wedding party. Trying to step around them, I incurred the wrath of a biker.<\/p>\n

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Curious what is more subtle than this which ties me to the woman or man that looks in my face,
Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you.
We understand, then, do we not?
What I promis\u2019d without mentioning it, have you not accepted?
What the study could not teach\u2014what the preaching could not accomplish, is accomplish\u2019d, is it not?
What the push of reading could not start, is started by me personally, is it not?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

I encountered a group of Spaniards, one of whom was wearing a shirt that read \u201cLearn how to entertain an idiot! See back of shirt.\u201d As I passed him I duly inspected the shirt\u2019s reverse. \u201cLearn how to entertain an idiot! See front of shirt,\u201d it said. Since he<\/em> was the one blocking the walkway so as to take a picture of the bridge\u2019s suspension such as might be found on a million postcards, I thought that was a bit rich. (\u201cCrowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes! how curious you are to me!\u201d) Also, now I had lost my place.<\/p>\n

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Flow on, river! flow with the flood-tide, and ebb with the ebb-tide!
Frolic on, crested and scallop-edg\u2019d waves!
Gorgeous clouds of the sun-set! drench with your splendor me, or the men and women generations after me;
Cross from shore to shore, countless crowds of passengers!
Stand up, tall masts of Mannahatta!\u2014stand up, beautiful hills of Brooklyn!
Throb, baffled and curious brain! throw out questions and answers!
Suspend here and everywhere, eternal float of solution!
Gaze, loving and thirsting eyes, in the house, or street, or public assembly!
Sound out, voices of young men! loudly and musically call me by my nighest name!
Live, old life! play the part that looks back on the actor or actress!
Play the old role, the role that is great or small, according as one makes it!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Then, of course, I ran into someone I went to high school with. She was running; I was standing around listening to a recording of a poem, and weeping. It seems she is now practicing family law, married, and living in Carroll Gardens.<\/p>\n

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You have waited, you always wait, you dumb, beautiful ministers! you novices!
We receive you with free sense at last, and are insatiate henceforward;
Not you any more shall be able to foil us, or withhold yourselves from us;
We use you, and do not cast you aside\u2014we plant you permanently within us;
We fathom you not\u2014we love you\u2014there is perfection in you also;
You furnish your parts toward eternity;
Great or small, you furnish your parts toward the soul.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

On the Manhattan side, there were vendors selling souvenirs. I stopped to look at them for a moment; a guy offered me an especially good deal on an \u201cI \u2665 New York\u201d shirt. \u201cThanks, I\u2019m good,\u201d I said, even though I kind of wanted it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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