tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468179197946374164.post8173527973528406974..comments2023-10-22T07:02:11.798-04:00Comments on brooklynometry: Janitor's Boyamarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06145474039245058818noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468179197946374164.post-84000280973733873412020-01-26T02:13:14.622-05:002020-01-26T02:13:14.622-05:00For some reason I recalled the first line of the p...For some reason I recalled the first line of the poem that I learned in Grammr school–Brooklyn's PS 9, in the Slope–in 1945 or thereabout. My wife suggested I look it up. I had no idea that it was written by 9-year old Natalie Merchant nee Crane. in 2011. As a newly arrived immigrant to Brooklyn, from Italy, the poem reverberated with nostalgia and love I had not yet found. Also. that it took place in Brooklyn, was a welcome sign. Not England nor another far away place. The Janitor's Boy and the poetess lived in Brooklynn. I must have identified with him and the poem that still resonates in my 90-year old mind. Thank you for reprinting it. remocosentino@yahoo.comtestatostahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03272630466653777468noreply@blogger.com