How doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people! how is she become as a widow! she that was great among the nations, and p...rincess among the provinces, how is she become tributary!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The outline of the city became frantic in its effort to explain something that defied meaning. Power seemed to have outgrown its s...ervitude and to have asserted its freedom. The cylinder had exploded, and thrown great masses of stone and steam against the sky.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Everything that was ever to happen to me in the future had its germ or impulse in the conditions of my life on Dover Street. My fr...iendships, my advantages and disadvantages, my gifts, my habits, my ambitions--these were the materials out of which I built my after life, in the open workshop of America. My days in the slums were pregnant with possibilities; it only needed the ripeness of events to make them fruit forth in realities. Steadily as I worked to win America, America advanced to lie at my feet. I was an heir, on Dover Street, awaiting maturity. I was a princess waiting to be led to the throne.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For spring had entered the capital Walking on gigantic feet.... The smell of witch hazel indoors Changed to narcissus in the street.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For later in the vast gloom of cities, only there you learn How the ideas were good only because they had to die,... Leaving you alone and skinless, a drawing by Vesalius.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is the sorrow; shall it melt? Ah, water Would gush, flush, green these mountains and these valleys... And we rebuild our cities, not dream of islands.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »