Author Archives: Frank

About Frank

I am a street photographer and a native New Yorker. I live downtown near Soho, the Village and Tribeca.

The Tree of Life

We long, with a longing whose depth exceeds our imagining, to eat from The Tree of Life and escape from the other Tree that defines our earthly days. We feel this uncannily in the presence of certain animals, and plants, and sky, and sea, and mountains.

We are the Music-Makers

We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers
And sitting by desolate streams;
World losers and world forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
 
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world’s great cities.
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire’s glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song’s measure
Can trample an empire down.
 
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o’erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world’s worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.