Canticle For A Bridge - Poem by Ranjit Hoskote
A waver in the glass.
Heliotrope petals on the river.
He touches her drawings again.
Ten years have passed
since the bridge-builder buried his bride.
His spans are silent as rock.
but the waters echo
with the flapping of a thousand wings.
Speak to me, he says,
in one tongue only.
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