I love New York in Winter time, When streets are slush of snow and rime, And taxis bump and skid along, And millions into subways throng, And other millions from them climb. I almost feel that such sublime, Courageous patience transcends crime, And yet I hail it in my song -- I love New York. I also sing the box where I'm Directed to insert my dime Upon the bus; its teeth are strong, It bites my coin, then rings a gong; Grasping, but giving back a chime -- I love New York! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DRIVING INTO LARAMIE by JAMES GALVIN |