Saturday 27 February 2010

And another bridge poem, this time by the Dutch writer Willem Jan Otten



TO SEE THE BRIDGE

The oldest bridge
seems etching-sharp,
tight-ridged, and hangs
from there to here
and hangs on no
more than your fear
that something hangs
there, swaying still
from what has passed,
and just hangs on
in wait for you,
that first full step
makes here of there.

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