I was lucky to hear Joseph Brodsky read in Russian. He was very impressive, the real thing, as Henry James would say..
And someone mentioned Hart Crane's great ode to Brooklyn Bridge, which speaks for itself.
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.
Last edited by Tim McGrath; 06-24-2022 at 02:01 AM.
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