“All the roofs are wet
and underneath smoke
that piles softly in
streets, tongues are
on top of each other
mulling over the night.”
Frank O’Hara, ‘Gamin’.
A couple more pics from the 1947 Blizzard. The first one is from ‘Life’, not sure of the photographer. The second is by Harry Harris. I tried a million different ways to match up the Frank O’Hara quote with an image, but I just couldn’t get anything to work, so left them separate.
