Marianne Moore

Granite and Steel

Enfranchising cable, silvered by the sea,
	of woven wire, grayed by the mist,
	and Liberty dominate the Bay—
	her feet as one on shattered chains,
	once whole links wrought by Tyranny.

	Caged Circe of steel and stone,
	her parent German ingenuity.
	“O catenary curve” from tower to pier,
	implacable enemy of the mind’s deformity,
	of man’s uncompunctious greed
	his crass love of crass priority
		just recently 
	obstructing acquiescent feet
	about to step ashore when darkness fell
		without a cause,
	as if probity had not joined our cities 
		in the sea.

“O path amid the stars
crossed by the seagull’s wing!”
“O radiance that doth inherit me!” 
—affirming inter-acting harmony!

Untried experiment, untried; then tried;
way out; way in; romantic passageway
first seen by the eye of the mind,
then by the eye. O steel! O stone!
Climactic ornament, a double rainbow,
as if inverted by French perspicacity,
	John Roebling’s monument,
	German tenacity’s also;
	composite span—an actuality.