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# Letter: A poem about the pier
- URL: https://www.smdp.com/letter-a-poem-about-the-pier/
- Published: 2013-10-04T18:20:54.000Z
- Updated: 2024-12-03T21:27:50.000Z
- Author: Kevin Herrera
- Tags: Letters, Opinion, Santa Monica Pier, #wp, #wp-post, #Import 2025-11-06 13:37

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Children at the Santa Monica Pier enjoy playing with floating bubbles. (File photo)

Santa Monica Pier  
BY Viktor Rayzman, poet

A spoon-bait of spinning sparkles behind railings,  
Restaurant looks from afar like a crust,  
The giant wheel above me makes its rounds,  
A hissing surf splashes under me.

It tries to tell me  
And other remote descendants  
How it rolled on white foaming waves  
The war boats of Tongva tribe.

But centuries have been passed as if children dreams,  
Drama of life does not tolerate repetition,  
And Catalan Gaspar de Portola  
Ran on the shore from the ocean wave.

Traveler, you should too hurry  
Along the freeway number 10 due west.  
The pier waits for you at the finish as a reward,  
As well as salty aroma of the surf.

You'll absorb the neighborhood by the fascinated gaze  
And remember for decades  
The eternal celebration of herbs above the cliffs  
And many-colored haciendas on the ledges.

But you, my dear pier  
Reconcile without reason  
With your cheerless fate.

I would like to hear that both  
Seaport and casino  
Will be erected nearby the pier,  
In order to close the arid Las Vegas.

A lot of new hotels would be grow in place of haciendas,  
As well as music halls, wharfs and parks.  
And people will sail for acute sensation  
On weekdays and weekends from another seas and coasts.

Let's dream my dear pier a little together with you!  
Old people need to live in hope.  
Believe me — we will see nevertheless in the blue distance  
The huge snow-white beautiful ships.