Atlantis (Harold Hart Crane Poems)
Through the bound cable strands, the arching pathUpward, veering with light, the flight of strings,-Taut miles of shuttling moonlight syncopateThe ...
Through the bound cable strands, the arching pathUpward, veering with light, the flight of strings,-Taut miles of shuttling moonlight syncopateThe ...
1Meandering abroad in the Lincolnshire meadows dayDay and day a month perhaps, lying at night lonely,The early September evening administering ...
I HAVE been down in a dark valley; I have been groping through a deep gorge; Far above, the lips ...
Where the wild sea-mew flocks and flees, And neither winds nor skies beguile, Foam-set amid the Irish seas ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
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