tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093759420479830071.post3654919812949734316..comments2023-11-02T07:55:40.123-04:00Comments on A Brooklyn Bachelor: WandererMatthewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334628837533439470noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093759420479830071.post-80489710693325189112007-09-16T20:45:00.000-04:002007-09-16T20:45:00.000-04:00You can never walk over the bridge just once. Ha...You can never walk over the bridge just once. Hart Crane wrote: <BR/><BR/>"Through the bound cable strands, the arching path<BR/>Upward, veering with light, the flight of strings, --<BR/>Taut miles of shuttling moonlight syncopate<BR/>The whispered rush, telepathy of wires.<BR/>Up the index of night, granite and steel--<BR/>Transparent meshes--fleckless the gleaming staves--<BR/>Sibylline voices flicker, wavering stream<BR/>As though a god were issue of the strings..."Matthewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13334628837533439470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093759420479830071.post-84623469806288892352007-09-16T11:23:00.000-04:002007-09-16T11:23:00.000-04:00The first (only?) time I walked across the Brookly...The first (only?) time I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge, I saw two peregrines cartwheeling & calling overhead. It was magical.Loriannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11610684937868696220noreply@blogger.com