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Storm King Mountain from Cold Spring, Photograph by William Clift
“The Lordly Hudson”
by Paul Goodman (1911-1972)
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“Driver, what stream is it?” I asked, well knowing
it was our lordly Hudson hardly flowing.
“It is our lordly Hudson hardly flowing,” he said,
under the green-grown cliffs.”
Be still, heart! No one needs
your passionate suffrage to select this glory,
this is our lordly Hudson hardly flowing
under the green-grown cliffs.
“Driver, has this a peer in Europe or the East?”
“No, no!” he said. Home! Home!
Be quiet, heart! This is our lordly Hudson
and has no peer in Europe or the east.
This is our lordly Hudson hardly flowing
under the green-grown cliffs
and has no peer in Europe or the East.
Be quiet, heart! Home! Home!
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hm. some of you saw the Twain page appear yesterday, early (without companion blog entry)—glitch! Then I thought I fixed it, but it never did post at midnight eastern. But I think I’ve figured out what wasn’t right. My apologies for the Lorelei’s slight delay reaching your dock!
Wow, I seriously love these last three panels! The posture of the dog by the door (and its watery semi-reflection in the damp decking) and that view of the side of the ship are absolutely fantastic and I keep going back and looking at them. I love all the little silhouetted people visible in that last panel – and I’m curious about the stories of each and every one of them.
Thanks, Lalla!
Aye, It thwer’ a ghostly apparition of a page. Perhaps thar be some mystical happenings afoot?
Still love the perfection of naming the dog “Foghorn.”
Like Laila, I’m struck by the way you’ve caught the wetness of the deck, the bustling activity aboard the Lorelei and the briskly damp weather. This page keeps drawing me back.
*giggle* “Foghorn”
Thanks! Foghorn will be back, of course…
Is that a green house/conservatory on the top deck?
Five levels above deck? Amazing.