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 ...
Perspective never withers from their eyes;They keep that docile edict of the SpringThat blends March with August Antarctic skies:These are ...
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