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 ...
I wanted you, nameless Woman of the South,No wraith, but utterly-as still more aloneThe Southern Cross takes nightAnd lifts her ...
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