Under the Orwell Bridge without a Tripod as night falls…

 

Again the traffic lights that skim thy swift
Unfractioned idiom, immaculate sigh of stars,
Beading thy path--condense eternity:
And we have seen night lifted in thine arms.
( An excerpt from the poem To Brooklyn Bridge By Hart Crane )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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