Cities — Summary

Max ReifContemplative

I’m working on a major work on cities To tell people they are all the same, and different—

That we live through these cities To transform all our personal cities Into an Ideal City, The ideal remnants of our experiences, Our loving goodbyes to this world.

To know cities we must go off somewhere A year, two years, maybe five, Then come back. Go off to a desert, To the top of a mountain somewhere And live with the eagles’ Creeeeeeee In the high clouds,

Then come back and see The buildings reaching clouds, Crying out loud to the clouds And see how from far off They’re perfect abstract sculptures, Monuments of intellect soaring, Needle-spires towards God,

And from close up They become citadels of tears, Penthouses of pent-up emotion, And how a million people Have cried in the streets below.

I don’t hate these cities, I love them, I admire them As I do giant beasts in photographs, In zoos, in the wild, But I approach them with caution.

I only go round in cities When I have something to do. Otherwise, they appear as yawning traps, Pools of tears on each corner, Eyes of people inviting me To orgies of hate and terror.

To live in a city, Or even to live on a mountain With the people of a city Enshrined in one’s heart, One must know that there are no Random pathways in this world. All pathways are pathways of learning. Each person’s life is a path.

In cities we must tread lightly, Or we will step on other people’s hearts. Then we will see things We are not supposed to see.

Cities, I will know you a long time yet. I respect your enormity. Someday I will graduate from your school.

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The speaker announces a big project about cities, and the poem becomes a kind of meditation on how to live in them. His main idea is that you need distance to understand a city. Go to a desert or a mountaintop, then come back. From far away, skyscrapers look like perfect sculptures pointing toward God. Up close, they feel like places full of hidden sadness, with a million people having cried in the streets below.

The speaker's feelings are mixed. He says he loves and admires cities, the way we admire giant animals, but he stays cautious. Without a reason to be there, they can seem like traps. Still, the ending is hopeful and humble. He believes every path is a path of learning, and that we must walk gently or we will "step on other people's hearts." Calling the city a school he will someday graduate from gives the poem a calm, respectful mood, wary but accepting.

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