An ode to the new Garbatella bridge... As seen from my balcony, both by day and by night, as it darts down Circonvallazione Ostiense... Linking the Roman roads.
The Bridge
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
(an excerpt)
I stood on the bridge at midnight,
As the clocks were striking the hour,
And the moon rose o'er the city,
Behind the dark church-tower. [...]
How often, O, how often,
In the days that had gone by,
I had stood on that bridge at midnight
And gazed on that wave and sky! [...]
The moon and its broken reflection
And its shadows shall appear,
As the symbol of love in heaven,
And its wavering image here.
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