This poem utilizes the blackout method in Michael Cunningham’s The Hours
New York City.
A June morning so fine, she delays.
New York always produces a few summer mornings like this;
Mornings endless.
West Tenth Street, what a thrill, what a shock,
isn’t it beautiful?
it was late June, she could do what she liked.
Prone to romance, along Fifth Avenue this love feels vast;
Determined, she stands at Eighth Street, waiting for the light.
twenty-five years; the light changes.
Manhattan;
she loves the world, and
she knows other people must love it too,
though no one speaks reasons.
we want to live playing love,
for Washington Square Park, the beauties of the world
arrive in New York on a Saturday.
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Interesting — you’ve captured the imagery of poetry here but have maintained the narrative (linear) from the novel itself. Take it further. Remember, the poem could be something random (like every third line on the page).
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