I

VISION ON BROADWAY

Seldom the ACCUSTOMED heart
succumbs to sentiment,
seldom an appearance on the street,
as a vision,
attains perfection.

Maybe it was only a boy in uniform amused to array
his baby son as his own replica, that pedestrian &
street - car did not cheer or bow down before this
American soldier - - -

this unaware
Apollo of valour,
an angel clinging to his shoulder;
each under his own eagle
ablaze in the sun.

The angel's eagle,
over the infant face,
looked larger,
seemed to grow greater and goldener,
to spread its wings farther and farther
from it's aerie of curly golden hair,
to soar and soar - - - - -

Mina Loy -
1944

I

VISION ON BROADWAY

accustomed
Seldom the sophisticated heart
succumbs to sentiment,
seldom an appearance on the street,
as a vision,
attains perfection.

Maybe it was only a boy in uniform amused to array
his baby son as his own replica, that pedestrian &
street-car did not cheer or bow down before this
American soldier - - -

The angel's eagle
over the infant face
looked larger,
seemed to grow greater and goldener,
to spread its wings farther and farther
from it's aerie of curly golden hair,
to soar and soar - - - - -

Mina Loy 1944