A rowdy afternoon at Brooklyn Bridge. Tour buses, joggers, jagged shots of this beloved landmark--"till elevators drop us from our day" --Dear Hart, How true indeed! Walk the bridge and carry this poem with you. hunker down and envision the multitudes of Crane's day "bent toward some flashing scene." Or take refuge on the Brooklyn side of the bridge, I've heard tale of someone waiting in its shadows. Stay through the evening for bragging rights: "And we have seen night lifted in thine arms."
i don't think i realized how many poems there were about bridges :)
charlottepoet 2 years ago