Copley Square fountain, with the Old South Church’s tower in distance, in a recent, pre-pandemic summer.
— Photo by Caroline Culler
“There’s a poem in Boston’s Copley Square
where protest chants
tear through the air
like sheets of rain,
where love of the many
swallows hatred of the few.’’
— From “In This Place (An American Lyric)’’, by Amanda Gorman
