The Tunnel (Harold Hart Crane Poems)
Performances, assortments, r(Harold Hart Crane)
Performances, assortments, r(Harold Hart Crane)
"And so we may arrive by Talmud skillAnd profane Greek to raise the building upOf Helen's house against the Ismaelite,King ...
The swift red flesh, a winter king-Who squired the glacier woman down the sky?She ran the neighing canyons all the ...
Through the bound cable strands, the arching pathUpward, veering with light, the flight of strings,-Taut miles of shuttling moonlight syncopateThe ...
Perspective never withers from their eyes;They keep that docile edict of the SpringThat blends March with August Antarctic skies:These are ...
I met a man in South Street, tall-a nervous shark tooth swung on his chain.His eyes pressed through green glass-green ...
The bell-rope that gathers God at dawnDispatches me as though I dropped down the knellOf a spent day - to ...
The tarantula rattling at the lily's footAcross the feet of the dead, laid in white sandNear the coral beach-nor zigzag ...
Where the cedar leaf divides the skyI heard the sea.In sapphire arenas of the hillsI was promised an improved infancy.Sulking, ...
I wanted you, nameless Woman of the South,No wraith, but utterly-as still more aloneThe Southern Cross takes nightAnd lifts her ...
Regard the capture here, 0 Janus-faced,As double as the hands that twist this glass.Such eves at search or rest you ...
Where icy and bright dungeons liftOf swimmers their lost morning eyes,And ocean rivers, churning, shiftGreen borders under stranger skies,Steadily as ...
Whose counted smile of hours and days, supposeI know as spectrum of the sea and pledgeVastly now parting gulf on ...
Meticulous, past midnight in clear rime,Infrangible and lonely, smooth as though castTogether in one merciless white blade-The bay estuaries fleck ...
The willows carried a slow sound,A sarabande the wind mowed on the mead.I could never rememberThat seething, steady leveling of ...
There are no stars to-nightBut those of memory.Yet how much room for memory there isIn the loose girdle of soft ...
There are no stars to-nightBut those of memory.Yet how much room for memory there isIn the loose girdle of soft ...
Infinite consanguinity it bearsThis tendered theme of you that lightRetrieves from sea plains where the skyResigns a breast that every ...
Grand CaymanThis tuft that thrives on saline nothingness,Inverted octopus with heavenward armsThrust parching from a palm-bole hard by the cove⎯A ...
Moonmoth and grasshopper that flee our pageAnd still wing on, untarnished of the nameWe pinion to your bodies to assuageOur ...
A land of leaning iceHugged by plaster-grey arches of sky,Flings itself silentlyInto eternity."Has no one come here to win you,Or ...
My hands have not touched water since your hands, -No; - nor my lips freed laughter since 'farewell'.And with the ...
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