“Out of the night you burn, Manhattan, In a vesture of gold-- Spun of innumerable arcs, Flaring and multiplying-- Gold at the uttermost circles fading Into the tenderest hint of jade, Or fusing in tremulous twilight blues, Robing the far-flung offices, Scintillant-storied, forking flame, Or soaring to luminous amethyst Over the steeples aureoled.” NightNew YorkOfficeGoldCirclesFlamesTwilightSoarHintsManhattanLuminousArcsFadingSpunJadeMultiplyingSteeplesAmethyst Book:The Ghetto, and Other Poems Source: The Ghetto, and Other Poems
“Better--while life is quick And every pain immense and joy supreme, And all I have and am Flames upward to the dream ... Than like a taper forgotten in the dawn, Burning out the quick.” DreamPainLife IsJoyForgottenSupremeBurningDawnFlamesImmense Book:The Ghetto, and Other Poems Source: The Ghetto, and Other Poems
