Szabadság Híd (Liberty Bridge) across the Danube River in Budapest (Hungary)

 
“It’s beautiful here. They said that of course, that Budapest is beautiful. But it is in fact almost ludicrously beautiful.”

Anthony Bourdain

Marshal Edward Rydz-Śmigły Bridge over the Vistula River in Wloclawek, Kuyavia (Poland)

 This train ride from Warsaw
to Wloclawek is perfect.
Mother's old albums were right;
all shades of sepia,
with black and white
and gray, passing
and the perfect time of year—
early in December—
fields, orchards and gardens
on their way to freezing solid.
A few snowflakes come on cue,
and so too the old woman—
slowly, slowly up her slope,
...

In the poem From Warsaw to Wloclawek

Myron Ernst

Story Bridge over the Brisbane River in Brisbane (Australia)

Sometimes within her reedy curves,
Sometimes across her sandy bars,
A drowned face, tired of every day,
Awaits the judgment of the stars.

From the poem Brisbane River

Mabel Forrest (1915)

Champlain Bridge crossing the Saint Lawrence River in Montreal, Quebec (Canada)

« Mais en tout ce que je veis, ne ne trouvai point de lieu plus propre qu’un petit endroit, qui est jusques où les barques et chaloupes peuvent monter aisément,…. avons nommé la Place royale, à une lieuë du Mont Royal  »

Samuel de Champlain

Jacques Cartier Bridge over the Saint Lawrence River in Montreal, Quebec (Canada)

Montreal is where I began to feel inside

The gray sadness of winter

You told me that this isn't it and I drove away

Walking to the statue in the park

Through snow drifts up over our knees

And every street sign written in French

We sat by the statue, you looked in my eyes

And then said, "I'm so sorry"

...

I may be here now

But I've never left Montreal

Lyrics from Of Montreal
Song by Cherry Peel

Horace Wilkinson Bridge over the Mississipi River in Baton Rouge, Louisiana (United States)

My clothes are wet, tight on my skin

Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in

I know that fortune is waiting to be kind

So give me your hand and say you'll be mine

Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay

You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way

Only one thing I did wrong

Stayed in Mississippi a day too long.

Mississipi

Song by Bob Dylan

Forth Bridge across the Firth of Forth, near Queensferry, Scotland (United Kingdom)

"UK's first plastic banknote introduced to commemorate Forth Bridge's UNESCO nomination The first plastic banknotes in Great Britain will enter circulation next year to mark the 125th anniversary of the Forth Bridge, Clydesdale Bank has announced. The bank will release two million of the £5 notes..."

Newspaper Scotland Herald, 
March 22, 2014

Alexandra Interprovincial Bridge spanning the Ottawa River between Ottawa, Ontario and Gatineau, Quebec (Canada)

The Ottawa is a dark stream;

The Ottawa is deep.

Great Hills along the Ottawa

Are wrapped in endless sleep.

And, where the purple waters turn

To seek the valiant north,

At Mattawa I found a road

And on it wandered forth.

...

Wilson McDonald

Blaues Wunder (Blue Wonder) over the Elbe River in Dresden (Germany)

How many died? 
Who knows the count?; 
In your wounds one sees the ordeal; 
Of the nameless who in here were conflagrated;
In the hellfire made by hands of man

Memorial plaque about

the Bombing of Dresden 

Loschwitz Bridge or Blue Wonder over the Elbe River in Dresden, Saxony (Germany)

According to local legend, the Blaues Wunder (blue wonder) is miraculous in many respects. Firstly, its original colour was green but then it changed to blue for no apparent reason. Secondly, it was due to be blown up by the Nazis in 1945 when two brave Dresdeners removed the ignition lines and saved it from destruction. Thirdly, as scientists found out in the 1990's, it should not have held the weight of the tram which had been running over the bridge for decades.

Legends about the Loschwitz Bridge

John Grace and Silas Pearman Bridge crossing the Cooper River in Charleston, South Carolina (United States)

Salmon are running in the Copper River
Making their long way home
Undeterred they carry on
To where they were born

Salmon are running in the Copper River
Sun is shining on the raging water
I yield to thee
O mighty Copper River

Cooper River

Song by Mariah ver Hoef

Crescent City Connection over the Mississipi River in New Orleans, Louisiana (United States)

starving there, sitting around the bars,
and at night walking the streets for hours,
the moonlight always seemed fake
to me, maybe it was,
and in the French Quarter I watched
the horses and buggies going by,
everybody sitting high in the open
carriages, the black driver, and in
back the man and the woman,
usually young and always white.
and I was always white.
and hardly charmed by the world.
New Orleans was a place to hide.
I could piss away my life,unmolested except for the rats...

Young in New Orleans

Charles Bukowski