Skyscraper A sword thrust into the city. From inside the café, the letters on the window look like a new language. It's this simple: There is nothing within us like what we are inside this window. Colossal seppuku, you are the sky before the sky. Copyright © 2013 by Matt Rasmussen. Used with permission of the author. |
About This Poem "I began this poem when I lived in Boston, where our apartment had a view of the John Hancock Tower. The poem was once two separate, longer poems, one about the Hancock and one about the café, now trimmed down and mixed together. Growing up in a small town, tall buildings have always amazed me and I think the poem has its origins in my childish awe of skyscrapers. I think the poem began with a game I am constantly playing inside my head: imagine something as something else." --Matt Rasmussen |
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