The iron was conscious, it
knew what it was doing -
the arcing girders,
they knew -
"We are strong" they thought,
"We hold the sky - we
hold it back".
Clean lines, clean joins.
"Our Art
is Beauty
Look at us
- can such economy
be dumb?"
knew what it was doing -
the arcing girders,
they knew -
"We are strong" they thought,
"We hold the sky - we
hold it back".
Clean lines, clean joins.
"Our Art
is Beauty
Look at us
- can such economy
be dumb?"
Arcades of Glass
the liquid testament
of Class.
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