New York

O foremost, most wonderful among cities! You dominate with your railroads and factories, and stone buildings, tunnels, ships and bridges. Your breath — steam and electricity.
Magnet-like, you draw and draw unto yourself and vampire-like you suck with your glances. Pale, like your sky, your imbedded Hudson flows by factories and huge walls.
How marvelous your sorcery and intoxication! How blind your day on your hard steel breast! How light your night! How unfettered your lust!
How deep your abyss of grief and balked hope! How beautiful your Autumn, when the Palisades, tall and richly hued, are lost in slumber on your river....
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J. Kissin
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