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Writers Slept Here
And Then Poured Words Onto The Page
Walking the streets and looking at the places where ten famous writers lived in Manhattan, New York City.
Two came here from Ohio. One each from Maine, New Jersey, Minnesota, Virginia, Mississippi, Missouri, and Massachusetts.
Only one was born here, in Harlem.
[Three died here. Two died in France. One in Italy.
One each in Connecticut, New Hampshire, New York State (Austerlitz), and the Gulf of Mexico.]
“My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends —
It gives a lovely light!” ― Edna St. Vincent Millay
“Out of some subway scuttle, cell or loft
A bedlamite speeds to thy parapets,
Tilting there momently, shrill shirt ballooning,
A jest falls from the speechless caravan.”
— “Brooklyn Bridge” — Hart Crane
