Bridges of the Grand Canal
Behold, a gallery where Venetian bridges dream,
Four arches drawn with reverent hand and eye—
From Rialto’s crown to Calatrava’s gleam,
Each print doth speak where stone and soul ally.
Let timber whisper, let Istrian stone sing,
Let glass and steel in moonlight gently bend.
These posters bear the weight of time’s own wing,
And bid thy walls with Venice’s grace befriend.
