Madison Square
I
No roofs to rest your gaze on. Skyward ever more daringly. Ever higher the Tine. Severe. Viril. — — Chaotic moods. Tense, anti-gothic, business-like — donquixotic. Chance — style. Compact energies. Trapezes carved by daring wills. Worry of men. — — Grandiose in unbeauty. Derisive of smallness. Manifold in uniformity — Giant New York .
II
Proud marvel, Flatiron building, male-form, you cut into the Square, a hero-juggler, arms and legs in rear, head far flung, and you desire to be off, but manlike you curb your impulse. Your line ascends perpendicular, Metropolitan, and your song resounds over every pauper's dream on the Square, and mockingly your jest falls upon the asphalt. And close about carved forms, each an obelisk. Heroic towers pierce the disc of the sun and from a corner the Garden peeps through an orifice, fame of a former generation which more and more loses itself in New York and runs from worry and danger. But Fifth Avenue laughs and Broadway laughs frivolousll. Neither of them has the desire or time to think whether change of style and form is worthwhile. They change. The Square — a casual halt, an embrace that in a stormy moment gave birth to giant-sons of iron and cement.
No roofs to rest your gaze on. Skyward ever more daringly. Ever higher the Tine. Severe. Viril. — — Chaotic moods. Tense, anti-gothic, business-like — donquixotic. Chance — style. Compact energies. Trapezes carved by daring wills. Worry of men. — — Grandiose in unbeauty. Derisive of smallness. Manifold in uniformity — Giant New York .
II
Proud marvel, Flatiron building, male-form, you cut into the Square, a hero-juggler, arms and legs in rear, head far flung, and you desire to be off, but manlike you curb your impulse. Your line ascends perpendicular, Metropolitan, and your song resounds over every pauper's dream on the Square, and mockingly your jest falls upon the asphalt. And close about carved forms, each an obelisk. Heroic towers pierce the disc of the sun and from a corner the Garden peeps through an orifice, fame of a former generation which more and more loses itself in New York and runs from worry and danger. But Fifth Avenue laughs and Broadway laughs frivolousll. Neither of them has the desire or time to think whether change of style and form is worthwhile. They change. The Square — a casual halt, an embrace that in a stormy moment gave birth to giant-sons of iron and cement.
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