All photographs by Elizabeth Felicella
What do you do when, on a bright December day in New York City, you have a sudden urge to read Tennyson’s "Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky?" You could get Google to flash up the eight stanzas, or if you’re feeling romantically old-school, you could go to Poets House (no apostrophe - "Some things must never be possessed but shared," said a founder and two-time poet laureate, the late Stanley Kunitz, who died at the age of 100 in 2006) and look it up.