The Rambler

Hawthorne Bridge (original)

Posted in My Poems by eriklcrazyhead on July 27, 2010

The bridge is not the East side’s nor the West’s
But at the very heart of both it rests;
As neutral yet invested as the flow
Of water moving every ship below.
We would be constant as your metal frame
From age to age in looks and use the same.

Forbidden from the jungle of glass towers,
Birds perch and live upon your metal bowers.
Each solid building cast below you sways
Whose fiery lights in rippling water blaze.

When you steal time to lift your lumbering gate
And force the rushing crowds to sit and wait
I think how limited are human powers
To harness and command the future hours.

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  1. eriklcrazyhead said, on July 27, 2010 at 8:20 pm

    On Sunday I had the honor of reading this poem I wrote for the PDX Bridge Festival. I read it in a ceremony commemorating the Bridges of Portland that was presided over by our fantastic Poet Laureate, Paulann Peterson.


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