The Hudson Remembers.(Poem)

 
THE HUDSON REMEMBERS 
 
   From Riverside Drive, I stared at you 
   until I was in a trance. 
   And the trance-river was long, wide, 
   and glistened like a great tower 
   which reared into the sky. 
   I saw your waves were panes of glass 
   polished by the autumn rays. 
   I saw, along your length, 
   your windows unzipping-- 
   splinters of plate glass stung my cheeks. 
   You were so bright and wrong, 
   as if our sun had plunged from his office 
   and was laid on a stretcher. 
   I heard a thundering in your bed 
   that was our star's throes. 
   Then I realised that your flowing 
   to ...