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Upon Pyrmont Bridge, by Murray Jennings.

Earth has not anything to show less fair:
Dulled are we-of-the-soul who do pass by
A sight so touching in its tragedy:
This City now does like a garment wear
The hot breath of the morning traffic there;
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and plazas lie
Open unto the fumes that hang in the sky;
All blanched and jaundiced in the smog-filled air.
Never did sun more encumbered steep
In his first grey-brown halo, old, and chill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a panic so deep!
The harbour chokes now in its own sour fill;
Dear God! the very buildings stand as cheap
Reminders of that might heart soon lying still!

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dragonsally
Mar. 14th, 2012 03:04 am (UTC)
That had me googling.

Sadly, Google failed to show me where I might find a copy of Murray's book of poems.

Off I go to the library sites.
feyandstrange
Mar. 14th, 2012 03:32 am (UTC)
I feel he overdoes the smog theme a bit, but it isn't bad. Then again, the original is one of the few of Wordsworth's that I like (I prefer Wordsworth when he's depressed, not manic).
bar_barra
Mar. 14th, 2012 11:59 am (UTC)
I believe there was a John Clarke version also about Pyrmont Bridge. Which ended:

'Stand back, for when she goes, she bloody goes!'
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