Have been getting a bunch of feedback on the New York 911 MoMA film. When Bill, my photographer friend from L.A. (you’ve “met” him frequently in these web pages) forwarded it on to Roger, a photographer/poet we both know, Roger sent back these lines. Don’t know the provenance of this verse, but here’s what came to his mind:
“It avails not, time nor place—distance avails not,I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence,Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt,Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd,Just as you are refresh’d by the gladness of the river and the bright flow, I was refresh’d,Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with the swift current, I stood yet was hurried,Just as you look on the numberless masts of ships and the thick-stemm’d pipes of steamboats, I look’d. “