Martinus Nijhoff Bridge across the Waal River in Zaltbommel, Gelderland (Netherlands)

I went to Bommel just to see the bridge.
I saw the newest bridge: two riverbanks
that seemed in times of yore to shun the ranks,
are friends again.
A little time, while I was sitting on the grass,
drinking my tea,
my head full with the landscape fair and wide,
from far away right from the infinite,
I heard a voice that sounded well to me.

Poem about a bridge
Martinus Nijhof