In the canon
Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1856
- Pages
- Pages 8
A poet rides the ferry between Brooklyn and Manhattan at sunset, watching the gulls and the tide, and then speaks directly to the people who will make the same crossing long after he is dead.
Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face!
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