Saturday, dressed as its own dream,
Golden Gate Bridge began
With a veil over its span,
Recalled designs formed
In Joseph Strauss's mind and,
As the day warmed, seemed
To assemble as it did for him--
A poet and engineer who undimmed
A dream and made it appear.
Huge bridges simply amaze me. The design and the pillars, how they are stabilized, and why we don't sink into the sea--all amazing.
ReplyDeleteSusan, It was touted as the 8th wonder of the world in 1939, and after remaining undamaged after the Loma Prieta quake in '89, is still a wonder to me. I TRUST that bridge!
DeleteSymphony of The Golden Gate. It does have a certain sense of poetry.
ReplyDeleteI don't know if Joseph was related to the family of illustrious musicians, but his lifelong love of poetic composition doubtless informed the wonderful bridges he engineered. An amazing person!
Delete....and when the veil lifts, there is beauty to behold both in structure and in its music.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Wonders are like that.
DeleteAbsolutely love the lines
ReplyDeleteA poet and engineer who undimmed
A dream and made it appear.
The idea of undimming a dream-magical!
Most kind Tom. One of the joys of poetry is making up verbs. I can only speculate the joy of making up a bridge across the San Francisco Strait.
DeleteI wish I could remember to check your other blogs than just 'Trainride"...
ReplyDeleteI've seen pictures of the construction of the GG, started in '36 I think. I've driven across it countless times, walked once, flown directly over a couple times. Only thing I have yet to do is sail under it.
It's a magical place; seeing the red pillars rising out of the fog, being hit by the sun.
Indeed magical, and especially so when I think of my parents walking it shortly after they met in 1939. Now I cross it to visit my own sons.
DeleteThank you for stopping. I've been by here often, enjoying your lift on life.
ReplyDeleteMost kind, Joanne. Always welcome!
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