Skip to main contentResource added !["p. 2 retyped 21 Jan. 79, and revised and[/or] contd, 6:05 p.m.—7:09; whole revised somewhat, 8:40 p.m.—9:01 THE BOAT BASIN, YEARS LATER the ice spread calmly near its heart but turbulently strained to its extremities, in every middle zone still [clutching] trapping arms and legs (portions of metal chairs half visible, reaching through the ice, thrust up or down, depending on the drama [played] that had played). No face approached me, not a hint, no shudder in the ground; and yet a memory of peopled autumn chairs came by: poolside sponsors doing on their sailboat [crew, crew, bank] tenders when suddenly midwinter came, QUICK as forgotten pain, [they panicked] [ousting] whishing panic on both resting watchers (and their [innocent band] [dripping] shirtsleeve crew, [*change dripping*] [*26 Feb. 79: line by itself*] some dashing with their chairs into the pool, some wading out--precisely when the water froze. No movement in the bodies led me on, and over my shoulder, a noontime certainty declared the others would be gone: the woodcutters, the bundled loungers in the sun. I let go of the pool, measured its drift by throwing a small, clean rock dead center. I set my watch by the nearest public clock, heading home. "](https://cuny.manifoldapp.org/system/resource/8/7/5/875082c2-0dc5-4a1f-a8fa-f6329bdf7414/attachment/2c503591ef72cc8438d478194c2cb029.jpg)
!["p. 2 retyped 21 Jan. 79, and revised and[/or] contd, 6:05 p.m.—7:09; whole revised somewhat, 8:40 p.m.—9:01 THE BOAT BASIN, YEARS LATER the ice spread calmly near its heart but turbulently strained to its extremities, in every middle zone still [clutching] trapping arms and legs (portions of metal chairs half visible, reaching through the ice, thrust up or down, depending on the drama [played] that had played). No face approached me, not a hint, no shudder in the ground; and yet a memory of peopled autumn chairs came by: poolside sponsors doing on their sailboat [crew, crew, bank] tenders when suddenly midwinter came, QUICK as forgotten pain, [they panicked] [ousting] whishing panic on both resting watchers (and their [innocent band] [dripping] shirtsleeve crew, [*change dripping*] [*26 Feb. 79: line by itself*] some dashing with their chairs into the pool, some wading out--precisely when the water froze. No movement in the bodies led me on, and over my shoulder, a noontime certainty declared the others would be gone: the woodcutters, the bundled loungers in the sun. I let go of the pool, measured its drift by throwing a small, clean rock dead center. I set my watch by the nearest public clock, heading home. "](https://cuny.manifoldapp.org/system/resource/8/7/5/875082c2-0dc5-4a1f-a8fa-f6329bdf7414/attachment/medium-6e5f58515c70dfe15fbdcf423404ac20.jpg)
Draft, THE BOAT BASIN, YEARS LATER 2
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Draft Poem written by Emanuel in 1979, describing his return to a boat basin and its transformation. (Page 1)
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- file formatjpg
- file size161 kB
- container titleJames A. Emanuel Papers
- creatorJames A. Emanuel
- issueBOX 4 FOLDER 22, Chisel in the Dark, draft, n.d.
- rightsJames A. Emanuel Estate
- rights holderJames A. Emanuel Estate
- version1979