Congratulations, Jack Foley.
Walking Across Brooklyn Bridge
by Jack Foley
As we walked across the Bridge,
I thought of Hart Crane
(poor suicidal poet)
& of Joseph Stella
whose paintings are like chords struck
on the harp strings
of this amazing edifice
Crane saw The Waste Land
as a condemnation
of modern industrial society
(“so negative”)
His answer was
this marvel
of spidery, delicate cables
which swoop us into skies
of unspeakable beauty
“sleepless as the river under thee”
(Eliot: “Fear death by water”)
Our guide, Gregory,
quietly told us stories,
raged against the sometimes reckless bikers,
& watched our wonder
as we walked
across this passageway
from busy life to busy life—
this “between”
suspended over water—
that took us
into the sky
& home to Brooklyn
With Jack Foley in NYC, 2005.
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