‘For the Mighty Wind Arises, Roaring Seaward, and I Go.’
Best we can tell, Samuel Taylor Coleridge never visited Lower Manhattan. But if he had experienced this community — surrounded by rivers, but seemingly bereft of opportunities to come in contact with them — he might have recast his most famous lines as, “water, water, everywhere, but none on which to sail.” He would have...
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