[Andrew Frisardi]

Yes, Gregory, the Yellow Cab detail is great, and especially “parental yellow.” Hecht can really paint a scene.

Here are two lyrics by Robert Francis:


The Name of Gold

Reserve the name of gold for gold,
And having named the thing be done.
Be glad that nothing else is gold,
Not flower, leaf, fruit, moon or sun.

Let each be color to itself.
Or let whoever must compare
The thing he loves to something else,
Find something comparably fair.


Blue Winter

Winter uses all the blues there are.
One shade of blue for water, one for ice,
Another blue for shadows over snow.
The clear or cloudy sky uses blue twice—
Both different blues. And hills row after row
Are colored blue according to how far.
You know the bluejay’s double-blue device
Shows best when there are no green leaves to show.
And Sirius is a winterbluegreen star.