This modest expedition focuses on the poetry of the park and what the park has to say to and about poets. Head west into the park at 69th street, and you’ll reach the south end of the elm-fringed boulevard called the Mall. No self-respecting poetic tour of the park could leave out Shakespeare. Head uphill under the blossoms, and you’ll reach a round, red-brick plateau and, at its heart, a pool whose finial showcases sheer excess. Check out Aaron Poochigian's Four Walks in Central Park here: