O Carib Isle! (Harold Hart Crane Poems)
The tarantula rattling at the lily's footAcross the feet of the dead, laid in white sandNear the coral beach-nor zigzag ...
The tarantula rattling at the lily's footAcross the feet of the dead, laid in white sandNear the coral beach-nor zigzag ...
Lie still, Beloved, I also see the day Shoot his white arrows through the trembling sky,But what is dawn to us, ...
I shall wait impatient for the dayWhen I shall leave this land of mineTo fight her battles on a distant ...
Pink eucalyptus flowers(The flowers are out)Are scented honey sweetFor bees to buzz about.Pink eucalyptus flowers(The flowers are out)Are fair as ...
I Thus, ever, towards the azure nightWhere there quivers a topaz sea,Will function in your evening lightThe Lilies, those clysters ...
Earth, outward tuning on her path in space This pensive southern face, Swathing its smile and shine In ...
Winter came as it does in this valley. After eight dry months rain fell And the mountains, straw-colored, turned green ...
The wind that through the forest blows May scatter leaves and blossoms wide. The parent tree but ...
THE birth of the day in the prime of the year,Rousing to glory the slumb'ring sphere,Paradise peeping through roseate clouds,Mountains ...
Each dawn, kneeling before my hearth,Placing stick, crossing stickOn dry eucalyptus barkNow the larger boughs, the log(With thanks to the ...
"STREW the flowers at Love's behest Meet for such a lovely guest; Coronal the sapling weaves, Rainbows wrought by Spring ...
Lately, I've been watching them, peckingfuriously at the ground,then retreating into the eucalyptus,where they stagger like compassesbefore their tiny hearts ...
Between the visits to the shock ward The doctors used to let you play On the old upright Baldwin Donated ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
There came a whisper down the Bland between the dawn and dark, Above the tossing of the pines, above the ...
There was a cold In which A line of water across the chest risen (dream) Impetuate, or Impetuates Orthograph you ...
Last night, again, I dreamed my children were back at home, small boys huddled in their separate beds, and I ...
Look, the eucalyptus, the Atlas pine, the yellowing ash, all the trees are gone, and I was older than all ...
Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the desire to die. For hours I stared into ...
I bend to the ground to catch something whispered, urgent, drifting across the ditches. The heaviness of flies stuttering in ...
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