a journey into the mind of what?
At the crossroads between water and bridge, a fragment from "The Brooklyn Bridge" by Hart CraneUnder thy shadow by the piers I waited;Only in darkness is thy shadow clear.The City's fiery parcels all undone,Already snow submerges an iron year . . .O Sleepless as the river under thee,Vaulting the sea, the prairies' dreaming sod,Unto us lowliest sometime sweep, descendAnd of the curveship lend a myth to God.
thank you, nice reading it again. do look up "Crossing the Water" by Sylvia Plath as well...
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