a map of the city.

Tonight I paged through a poetry anthology from college and found the following poem dog-eared.

I remember reading it as I sat in a dorm room that overlooked Union Square, feeling that the narrator and I were kindred spirits.

I love this couplet: “I watch a malady’s advance, / I recognize my love of chance.”

(And the last stanza is pretty fantastic too.) lv, molly

A Map of the City

by Thom Gunn

I stand upon a hill and see
A luminous country under me,
Through which at two the drunk sailor must weave;
The transient’s pause, the sailor’s leave.

I notice, looking down the hill,
Arms braced upon a window sill;
And on the web of fire escapes
Move the potential, the grey shapes.

I hold the city here, complete;
And every shape defined by light

Is mine, or corresponds to mine,
Some flickering or some steady shine.

This map is ground of my delight.
Between the limits, night by night,
I watch a malady’s advance,
I recognize my love of chance.

By the recurrent lights I see
Endless potentiality,
The crowded, broken, and unfinished!
I would not have the risk diminished.

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