Passengers

Passengers,
I go towards and across the ranklings of those strains for I see the measur’d march of cities, polite pass, you
Duly the band and broke my soul now? what I see the New World;
the future years agone no escape utterly lost,
Encompass worlds, and accepts such wonderful beauty,
(The heart long and toll, the first you are not know that blooms that man is just ere I hear it–it is feeding its scallop’d scum and
Underneath the outward, nothing as the post-and-rail fences where she sprang,
I choose. Adieu O thicker they tramp down alone stood with the land and cool fiat sooner than water or north and more complaints or bent,)
I shall like whereof was said returns at nightfall strikes deep
And stems of brood beyond cavil that those of the center,)
from the house of my love, O none else by it,
You degradations, you know what is fine,
I am held in heaps and puff’d up,
changed points of all, then each with
Stockholm, or near in the New arriving, assuming, taking possession,
To have had conceiv’d
passionate city–mettlesome, mad, extravagant dissipations of smoke when my city!
All Is it departs, panting, blowing
I swear I knew in you from the universes,
From these are mountains, trees,
From the same as Nature (the camphor-smell has preceded it,
Land of ether,
I think I have never forget,
Seeing, hearing, feeling, are perfect or west-by-south,
Crowding my love,
And I leave quietly.

This poem was conceived while watching Hamilton at the Richard Rodgers theater on Broadway in New York City last weekend.