Although I found the Martí readings very challenging to get through, I thoroughly enjoyed his beautifully descriptive writing style. The vocabulary used to create the vivid imagery found throughout his works is extremely aesthetically pleasing. Although the Brooklyn Bridge is certainly an impressive work of architecture, it is really just great big hunks of steel and stone. I was rather impressed at Martí’s ability to produce such a poetic and inspirational piece of literature. A passage I particularly enjoyed involved the personification of the statue of Liberty:

“imagínase ver sentada en mitad del cielo, con la cabeza radiante entrándose por su cumbre, y con las manos blancas, grandes como águilas, abiertas en signo de paz sobre la tierra,—a la Libertad, que en esta ciudad ha dado tal hija. La Libertad es la madre del mundo nuevo,—que alborea” (423).

The passage speaks of Liberty herself, seated on high, overseeing the teeming, bustling Brooklyn Bridge with approval (423). With images such as this, Martí has succeeded in making me, as the reader, feel as though this bridge truly does represent much more than its physical form would suggest. I have never given much thought to the bridge myself. To me, it has always just been an ugly, old, dirty structure that is basically just there, in the background of New York. After reading this passage, however, I see it in a new light. The Brooklyn Bridge is a symbol of unity, forging connections between brave, hopeful immigrants who have struggled through oppression to reclaim the right to be free citizens of the new world. Yes, it is all overly idealistic and patriotic, but it is beautiful. There is no harm in that.