This is a map in process, and I would like to add to it. Besides the wonderful Brooklyn Bridge poems not included here, I am sure there are many more poems that are located all through out the city.
The mysterious shape in my drawing of the Grand Central ceiling is netting that was dangling the day I was there to sketch, during its renovation. The ceiling was renovated in the 1980's and early 1990s. The grime on the ceiling was mostly caused by cigarette smoke.
Grace Paley was a teacher at Sarah Lawrence, and I audited her classes, for the delight of of it.
The William Carlos Williams poem, The Last Turn is beautiful, but stomach turning. I did not include the whole poem.