Sunday, October 01, 2006
To Brooklyn Bridge
"O harp and altar, of the fury fused,
(How could mere toil align thy choiring strings!)
Terrific threshold of the prophet's pledge,
Prayer of pariah, and the lover's cry,--
"… 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."
-- Hart Crane, "To Brooklyn Bridge"
Posted by Caseyclark at 6:12 PM