The Brooklyn Bridge, designed by John Augustus Roebling and completed in 1883, is a symbol of the indomitable spirit of the American people. It is a testament to the ingenuity and determination of its creators, who overcame numerous challenges to build a bridge that would connect the bustling city of Brooklyn to the island of Manhattan.
One of the most famous poets to write about the Brooklyn Bridge is Hart Crane. In his poem "To Brooklyn Bridge," Crane explores the bridge as a symbol of hope and possibility. He writes:
"How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of tumult, building high Over the chained bay waters Liberty— Then, with inviolate curve, forsake our eyes As apparitional as sails that cross Some page of figures to be filed away; —Till elevators drop us from our day . . . I think of cinemas, panoramic sleights With multitudes bent toward some flashing scene Never disclosed, but hastened to again, Foretold to other eyes on the same screen; And Thee, across the harbor, silver-paced As though the sun took step of thee, yet left Some motion ever unspent in thy stride,— Implicitly thy freedom staying thee! Out of some subway scuttle, cell or loft A bedlamite speeds to thy parapets, Tilting there momently, shrill shirt ballooning, A jest falls from the speechless caravan. Down Wall, from girder into street noon leaks, A rip-tooth of the sky's acetylene; All afternoon the cloud-flown derricks turn . . . Thy cables breathe the North Atlantic still. And obscure as that heaven of the Jews, Thy guerdon . . . Accolade thou dost bestow Of anonymity time cannot raise: Vibrant reprieve and pardon thou dost show. O harp and altar, of the fury fused, (How could mere toil align thy choiring strings!) Terrific threshold of the prophet's pledge, Prayer of pariah, and the lover's cry,— Again the traffic lights that skim thy swift Unfractioned idiom, immaculate sigh of stars, Beading thy path—condense eternity: And we have seen night lifted in thine arms. Under thy shadow by the piers I waited; Only in darkness is thy shadow clear. The City's fiery parcels all undone, Already snow submerges an iron year . . . O Sleepless as the river under thee, Vaulting the sea, the prairies' dreaming sod, Unto us lowliest sometime sweep, descend And of the curveship lend a myth to God."
Crane's poetry is infused with a sense of awe and wonder at the Brooklyn Bridge. He sees it as a beacon of hope, a symbol of the potential for human accomplishment. He marvels at the way it connects people, physically and emotionally, and how it seems to transcend time and space.
The Brooklyn Bridge is more than just a bridge; it is a symbol of the American Dream. It represents the idea that anything is possible with hard work and determination. It is a reminder that, no matter how insurmountable the challenges may seem, we can overcome them if we have the courage to try. This message is as relevant today as it was when the Brooklyn Bridge was first built, and it is one that Hart Crane captured