Friday, March 11, 2005

After lingering much longer than the officially declared end (they took a while to dismantle), "The Gates" are gone, returning Central Park to its regularly scheduled winter hibernation. Seeing the park again like it used to be reminds me of a line from Wallace Stevens' poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird: "I do not know which to prefer, / The beauty of inflections / Or the beauty of innuendoes, / The blackbird whistling / Or just after."

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