It contains quotations from “The Testament,” by François Villon
When the Towers Fell
by Galway Kinnell
From our high window we saw the towers
with their bands and blocks of light
brighten against a fading sunset,
saw them at any hour glitter and live
as if the spirits inside them sat up all night
calculating profit and loss, saw them reach up
to steep their tops in the until then invisible
yellow of sunrise, grew so used to them
often we didn’t see them, and now,
not seeing them, we see them.
The banker is talking to London.
Humberto is delivering breakfast sandwiches.
The trader is already working the phone.
The mail sorter has started sorting the mail...
full poem online: http://www.newyorker.com/archive/2002/09/16/020916po_poem_kinnell#ixzz0zPcqcaqj
movie scene-like imagery, cool
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