The Bridge
Anna Margolin
(from Yiddish: Z.Sh.B.)

The Williamsburg Bridge naps
in the heavy gold of the day.
The city's wild heart
is breathing quick and weary.

In the day's heavy gold
the ferry's a blue cord.
Feverish and sharp
the accompaniment of the cars.

The heavy gold of the day
is brilliant, between iron ropes
nets cast out
to capture happiness.

But I don't want happiness.
I want my pain and secret.
I am a golden bridge
over the steel city.