The Dance (Harold Hart Crane Poems)
The swift red flesh, a winter king-Who squired the glacier woman down the sky?She ran the neighing canyons all the ...
The swift red flesh, a winter king-Who squired the glacier woman down the sky?She ran the neighing canyons all the ...
Regard the capture here, 0 Janus-faced,As double as the hands that twist this glass.Such eves at search or rest you ...
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