I thank the friend for alluding to this Langston Hughes poem yesterday:

I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I’ve known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Below,  Manhattan stretches southward from the Heights, our own Harlem River left and Hudson right.

It gratifies me that the sixth boro’s rivers are known by so many in myriad ways

A special invite to know the rivers more happens this Sunday, Oct 12.  It’s WaterFest

sponsored by Riverkeeper.  Come get to know the rivers better.  I’ll be there somewhere, probably North Cove.

All fotos, Will Van Dorp, who celebrates water fest every day.

By the way, does anyone know if the fish/man/siren in top foto–taken at Pier 66–has a name?  Anyone know contemporary poetic tribute to Hudson aka North, East, Harlem, or Kills?