Quaker Hill (Harold Hart Crane Poems)
Perspective never withers from their eyes;They keep that docile edict of the SpringThat blends March with August Antarctic skies:These are ...
Harold Hart Crane Poems on Ghost (2 Poems)
Voyages V (Harold Hart Crane Poems)
Meticulous, past midnight in clear rime,Infrangible and lonely, smooth as though castTogether in one merciless white blade-The bay estuaries fleck ...