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| Composed upon Hammersmith Bridge, September 3rd, 2002 |
| This green and gold bridge is one of the marvels of the West |
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- with its golden bolts, its solar stars,
its ziggurats -
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dragoning from bank to bank, lithe reptile,
harnessed
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by the scales and by the spine in bondage to the healing arts. |
| The very name - bridge - links itself to the Celtic goddess: |
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Brid. Her spirit is in Hammersmith, her trinity of hearts |
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imploring the poet, the healer and the
blacksmith to test
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their atavism, their alchemy in this city
of technocrats.
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The sun comes out above the borough. A
change of light
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| illumines the grey cruciform of Charing Cross Hospital, |
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making it glow as if it were some moonbase or satellite |
| where dream-cures are mediated in colour to one and all... |
| a superstructural multiplex of drums and night-flight, |
| a green and gold stage on which we bow for the curtain call. |
| Niall McDevitt |
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