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The girders passed the aperture

Of the window and they shone

    Yellow and grey with rust

    As if they had aged during

The rain. At the interstices of

The structure of the bridge

Rainwater pooled and cascaded

Weakly, as the rain had ceased.

                It was like an attribute

The structure shed : now with

No utility than mass it fell

From those blank surfaces of

Crusted metal as from a falls.

The bridge bore light solidly,

And there was water beyond

Heaving grey with presence :

    A body that seemed almost

To leap and be dragged back

With each instance of girdage

Through which it was rendered

    Visible and invisible in turn.

    It was a pinwheel kinema

Going away into itself as the

Motion of the carriage bore it

Behind into partiality and then

To eclipse beyond the threshold

Of the windowframe.