Jane Jacobs Poems - Poems about Jane Jacobs

...The April morning's quiet and so is the November. Wherever people outnumber trees or the dominant cover type is unquiet. Nothing wrong with that. Walt got it right, and Jane Jacobs: the city is......

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...Dinner with old friends: salmon with red cabbage, asparagus, Caesar's salad, penne with broccoli, two white wines. Jane Jacobs could analyze how it all got to our table or even how their da......

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...What would be the point, in this first winter snow, of going back to several of the women whose bodies I have known and wondering what they thought about all these intervening years. Inevitably it......

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