City of Orgies

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)


City of orgies, walks and joys,

City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst

will one day make you illustrious,

Not the pageants of you, not your shifting tableaus, your spectacles, repay me,

Not the interminable rows of your houses, nor the ships at the wharves,

Nor the processions in the streets, nor the bright windows with goods in them,

Nor to converse with learn’d persons, or bear my share in the soiree or feast;

Not those, but as I pass O Manhattan, manhattan

your frequent and swift flash of eyes offering me love,

Offering response to my own – these repay me,

Lovers, continual lovers, only repay me.

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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