Rush
The Camera Eye
I. Grim-faced and forbidding, Their faces closed tight, An angular mass of New Yorkers Pacing in rhythm, Race the oncoming night, They chase through the streets of Manhattan. Head-first humanity, Pause at a light, Then flow through the streets of the city. They seem oblivious To a soft spring rain, Like an English rain So light, yet endless From a leaden sky. The buildings are lost In their limitless rise. My feet catch the pulse And the purposeful stride. I feel the sense of possibilities, I feel the wrench of hard realities. The focus is sharp in the city. Letras de cancionesII. Wide-angle watcher On life's ancient tales, Steeped in the history of London. Green and grey washes In a wispy white veil Mist in the streets of Westminster. Wistful and weathered, The pride still prevails, Alive in the streets of the city. Are they oblivious To this quality? A quality Of light unique to Every city's streets. Pavements may teem With intense energy, But the city is calm In this violent sea.
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