Tuesday, May 26, 2009

message of the day

(here i am. not waiting; still. arms as riverbeds. never to cross the water.)


Lesley said...

At the crossroads between water and bridge, a fragment from "The Brooklyn Bridge" by Hart Crane

Under 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, descend
And of the curveship lend a myth to God.

P said...

thank you, nice reading it again. do look up "Crossing the Water" by Sylvia Plath as well...