Voyages VI (Harold Hart Crane Poems)
Where icy and bright dungeons liftOf swimmers their lost morning eyes,And ocean rivers, churning, shiftGreen borders under stranger skies,Steadily as ...
Where icy and bright dungeons liftOf swimmers their lost morning eyes,And ocean rivers, churning, shiftGreen borders under stranger skies,Steadily as ...
Scud sprinted blind, rigging shrill aloftrumoured miles for kelson's haul or fellgale rang wicked an eighth bell their knellthey feared. ...
King Solomon drew merchantmen, Because of his desire For peacocks, apes, and ivory, From Tarshish unto Tyre, With cedars out ...
Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees; Our loins are battered 'neath us by ...
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