Poem: ‘Manhattan: Luminism’
Mark Doty, 20 January 2000
The sign said immunology but I readilluminology: and look,
heaven is a platinum latitude over Fifth, fogged result of sun-brushed
steel, pearl dimensions. Cézanne: ‘We are an iridescent chaos.’
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Balcony over Lexington, May evening,
fog wreath’d towers, gothic dome lit from within, monument of our aspirations
turned hollow, abandoned
somehow. And later, in the...