Monday, April 30, 2018

An Untitled Poem About Grand Central Station

photo © Mark Butkus 2011
Track 23 at Grand Central Station.

"Grand Central, let 'em out please, watch the doors!"
In His own image did He make all men.
"One ham on rye, I'll have a coke, what's yours?"
From Adam's side our mother moves again.

"Canarsie, Harlem, Yorktown and the Narrows"
Sing, messenger, above the IRT.
Who gets the breaks, the outrageous slings and arrows?
Is there a voice that calls for her and me?

"Out please, getting out please, getting out!"
All lines are running late — to Heaven and Hell.
Warm smells and lights and bodies gird about;
Redeem, illumine and transfigure all.

Oh! ever young and ageless Mother Eve
Be with us till we take our final leave.

— Donald A. Bullard

This Untitled Poem about Grand Central Station by the otherwise anonymous Donald A. Bullard appeared in New York New York (Shorecrest, 1965). Subtitled, The City as Seen by Masters of Art and Literature, this coffee table book has stories by Washington Irving through to James Baldwin, poetry from Walt Whitman to Muriel Rukeyser and art from Francis Guy to Jacob Lawrence. Yet, there is no listing for Bullard on the acknowledgement page and no trace of this sonnet or of Bullard's existence in a cursory online search.

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