Lady of the Lamp

To leave America is no small thing.
The golden cord that binds us to
her heart pulls taunt
As tug boats push us out to sea.
Her shore lines fade ...
The Jersey side miraged against the
sunset sky,
Manhattan, neon-spangled, etched
in indigo.
Then, there she stood.
The lady with her lamp held high
And by some trick of fate, the sun
Blazed from her green, brass bowl.
She whispered out across the
"Here, take my lamp ...
You'll need it in the dark to which
you go."

1 comment:

  1. Of the poems posted up here so far, this one has caused me to ponder and reflect more than some of the others. When RKD wrote this in the late 50's there was still that vision, that dream that American was destined be a city set on a hill, a beacon of hope, a light shining for all to see.

    Is that light still shining bright, would we hear Lady Liberty whisper in our ear today - "Here, take my lamp . . . you'll need it in the dark to which you go."

    Maybe she is still calling out, its just that fewer and fewer of us are bending our ear to listen and carry the light . . . JDD