- Introduction
- "As Tiny Sea-Birds…"
- Ode on 30th Street Station
- Meditation from the Steps of the Art Museum
- Challenge
- Written on the Rocks, Vinal Haven, ME
- Meeting an Old Friend on the Wissahickon
- Orchestrations Walking on Delancey Street
- "The Seeing Fails…"
- An Old Man's Travelogue
- Winter Sonnet (Odd)
- Lullaby for a Cat
- Winter Song
- Tigger at the Window
- Evening Blues for Solo Guitar
- Foundling Cat
- Delancey Sreet at Noon
- Lisa Happy
- Sonnet from Exile
- Evening Encounter
- Pecking Order
- Mannequins in Nan Duskin's Window
Orchestrations Walking on Delancey Street
As the spring segues to summer, I have heard
Above the
gentle sanding of my feet,
The wash of leaves upon Delancey Street.
From far
beyond the houses, thin and blurred,
Comes an undertone of drumming-long, absurd
Protestings
from a thousand motors gnashing;
Gruff buses, and police with sirens flashing
—And
over all a single, singing bird.
If I could hold a day for fifty years,
It would be such
as this; if I could be
One person at one moment, I would stay
Between the spring and summer, ever free
Of any thought of any other day
When music dies, and nothing sings or hears.
All work on these pages copyright © by Robert
A. Seeley
All rights reserved
Essays and
Thoughts • Essays
on War • Selected Poems
givewings.com • Discover
Germantown
Surviving the Future • About
the Author