it was our lordly Hudson hardly flowing.
"It is our lordly Hudson hardly flowing,"
he said, "under the green-grown cliffs."
Be still, heart! no one needs your passionate
suffrage to select this glory--
this is our lordly Hudson hardly flowing
under the green-grown cliffs.
"Driver! has this a peer in Europe or the East?"
"No no!" He said. Home! Home!
Be quiet, heart! This is our lordly Hudson
and has no peer in Europe or the East,
this is our lordly Hudson hardly flowing
under the green-grown cliffs
and has no peer in Europe or the East.
Be quiet, heart! home! home!
-- Paul Goodman
Above: Hudson River Looking South From West Point (Robert Walter Weir, c. 1865)
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"It is our lordly Hudson hardly flowing,"
he said, "under the green-grown cliffs."
Be still, heart! no one needs your passionate
suffrage to select this glory--
this is our lordly Hudson hardly flowing
under the green-grown cliffs.
"Driver! has this a peer in Europe or the East?"
"No no!" He said. Home! Home!
Be quiet, heart! This is our lordly Hudson
and has no peer in Europe or the East,
this is our lordly Hudson hardly flowing
under the green-grown cliffs
and has no peer in Europe or the East.
Be quiet, heart! home! home!
-- Paul Goodman
Above: Hudson River Looking South From West Point (Robert Walter Weir, c. 1865)
More Poetry Friday at A Teaching Life.
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2 comments:
The mighty Hudson...we live near it and I so enjoy its great beauty.
For years I lived in Washington Heights and Inwood in New York, and could always see the river and the Palisades . . . as the poem says, it has no peer in Europe or the East.
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