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Post by nyline on Sept 11, 2015 7:21:06 GMT -5
 ‘The Names,’ by America’s poet laureate, Billy Collins, about the 2,792 who died on 9-11-01. Here are its closing lines “Names etched on the head of a pin. One name spanning a bridge, another undergoing a tunnel. A blue name needled into the skin. Names of citizens, workers, mothers, and fathers, The bright-eyed daughter, the quick son. Alphabet of names in a green field. Names in the small tracks of birds. Names lifted from a hat Or balanced on the tip of the tongue. Names wheeled into the dim warehouse of memory. So many names, there is barely room on the walls of the heart.” |
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Post by goldengoal on Sept 11, 2015 22:59:38 GMT -5
Thanks for this post. Read it at work in NYC today at the same desk I was at fourteen years ago today.
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Post by nyline on Sept 12, 2015 3:00:25 GMT -5
I never made it to my office that day. My cab heading downtown on the FDR was going to be redirected to Brooklyn, so I jumped out at Brooklyn Bridge, got close to my office at Maiden Lane, then walked over to Broadway and Fulton, just as the second tower fell.
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Post by goldengoal on Sept 12, 2015 7:37:05 GMT -5
You were a lot closer than me. I work on the UES. I do remember walking from the subway past a fire station on 75th and having no idea yet what the trucks being scrambled for.
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Post by treblejig on Sept 14, 2015 18:00:45 GMT -5
I was not working at that time, had elementary school aged kids. My mom called me and asked if I had been watching TV and I watched in horror the rest of the day. We live in eastern PA.
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Post by goldengoal on Sept 11, 2017 21:37:29 GMT -5
Just didn't want the day to go by without acknowledging the tremendous horror, loss, and heroism of sixteen years ago. I'm always aware of the anniversary, but I flew out of LaGuardia this morning so it was especially prominent in my thoughts.
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Post by nyline on Sept 11, 2017 22:53:26 GMT -5
Just didn't want the day to go by without acknowledging the tremendous horror, loss, and heroism of sixteen years ago. I'm always aware of the anniversary, but I flew out of LaGuardia this morning so it was especially prominent in my thoughts. We hear you. |
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