A woman had come out from the big city,
Mannahattas, with its skyscrapers casting shadow,
Causing her perfect face, facile with makeup,
To go down to a harbor, to greet ships,
Walt Whitman, Oscar Wilde, has said this is so,
As if when the waters in petroleum spill,
Could be ascended or apprehended, as Madison Square Garden,
A meadow.
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