"I'm
crazy about this City.
Daylight
slants like a razor cutting the buildings in half. In the top half I
see looking faces and it's not easy to tell which are people, which
the work of stone masons. Below is shadow where any blasé thing
takes place: clarinets and lovemaking, fists and the voices of
sorrowful women. A city like this one makes me dream tall and feel in
on things. Hep. It's the bright steel rocking above the shade below
that does it. When I look over strips of green grass lining the
river, at church steeples and into the cream-and-copper halls of
apartment buildings, I'm strong. Alone, yes, but top-notch and
indestructible."
From Jazz by Toni Morrison
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