
"Macdougal Street Old-Law Flat"
Posted Tuesday, Sept. 28, 2004, at 11:26 AM ETListen to Anne Winters reading this poem.
We're aware in every nerve end of this tenement
of hand-mortared Jersey brick, the plumbing's
dripping dew-points, the electric running Direct,
and on each landing four hall-johns fitted
to the specifics and minima of the 1879
Tenement Housing Act. We live in its clauses
and parentheses, that laid out steep stairways
and filled brown airwells with eyebrowed
windows. Unwhistling, the midwinter radiator
lists in its pool of rust. A lightcord winds
through its light chain; from its plasterless ceiling-slats
topples a roach, with its shadow. Downstairs, our Sicilian widow
beats the cold ribs with a long-handled skillet,
and faucets drum in twenty old-law flats.
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