City Sky
The desire of the eye
For sky, nothing but sky.
I sicken of the woods
And all the multitudes
Of hedge-trees. They are no more
Than weeds upon this floor
Of the river of air
Leagues deep, leagues wide, where
I am like a fish that lives
In weeds and mud and gives
What’s above him no thought
– From Edward Thomas’ The Sky
Looking south of Roosevelt and west of Clark, at the “78,” one of the largest still-undeveloped tracts of land in Chicago.