on the bridge
a pairing: view from the Brooklyn Bridge, man of aran
again he sang
On the bridge
he sang
on the bridge
alone
sang naturally
on the bridge
sang alone
(naturally)
Again
on the bridge
naturally
he sang
on the bridge
he sang
naturally
alone
(again)
Then he climbed
took himself
to the top
and sang—
alone again
(naturally)
This song has always broken my heart: such an oddly cheerful melody behind such sad lyrics.
How did you happen to place your poem on the Brooklyn Bridge…one of my favourite places?
I used to have a drink at a bar at the base of the Brooklyn Bridge, Manhattan side, late at night, no one there, alone. Your posts evoke memories, long lost. Thank you.