It's not easy to know what is true for you or me
at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I'm what
I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you:
hear you, hear me—we two—you, me, talk on
this page.
(I hear New York, too.) Me—who?
In this poem, which of the following is a symbol of self-creation?
New York
the page
death
Harlem