The Bridges

 

 

Skies the gray of crystal. A strange design of bridges, some straight,

some arched, others descending at oblique angles to the first; and these

figures recurring in other lighted circuits of the canal, but all so long

and light that the banks, laden with domes, sink and shrink. A few of

these bridges are still covered with hovels, others support polls,

signals, frail parapets. Minor chords cross each other and disappear;

ropes rise from the shore. One can make out a red coat, possibly other

costumes and musical instruments. Are these popular tunes, snatches of

seignioral concerts, remnants of public hymns? The water is gray and

blue, wide as an arm of the sea. A white ray falling from high in the sky

destroys this comedy.