Thursday, November 1, 2012


Dear Guests,

We take this opportunity to express how saddened we are for all those in the east coast of United States who are suffering because of Hurricane Sandy. Our hearts go out to all of you and to your love ones. May you find comfort, joy, and peace for the days to come.

We would like to dedicate a poem to you by Anna Hempstead Branch which was written around 1900.
New York at Sunrise

When with her clouds the early dawn illumes
Our doubtful streets, wistful they grow and mild
As if a sleeping soul grew happy and smiled,
The whole dark city radiantly blooms.
Pale spires lift their hands above the glooms
Like a resurrection, delicately wild,
And flushed with slumber like a little child,
Under a mist, shines forth the innocent Tombs.
Thus have I seen it from a casement high.
As unsubstantial as a dream it grows.
Is this Manhattan , virginal and shy,
That in a cloud so rapturously glows?
Ethereal, frail, and like an opening rose,
I see my city with an enlightened eye.

Warm Wishes,

Carmen Johnson

Photo via Museum City of New York.

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