Harold Hart Crane
Exile by Harold Hart Crane

Exile by Harold Hart Crane

My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands, --No, -- nor my lips freed laughter since 'farewell',And with the day, distance again expandsVoiceless between us, as an ...

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Legend by Harold Hart Crane

Legend by Harold Hart Crane

As silent as a mirror is believedRealities plunge in silence by . . .I am not ready for repentance;Nor to match regrets. For the mothBends no more than the stillImploring flame. ...

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Interior by Harold Hart Crane

Interior by Harold Hart Crane

It sheds a shy solemnity,This lamp in our poor room.O grey and gold amenity, --Silence and gentle gloom!Wide from the world, a stolen hourWe claim, and none may knowHow love ...

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The Bridge: Atlantis by Harold Hart Crane

The Bridge: Atlantis by Harold Hart Crane

Through the bound cable strands, the arching path Upward, veering with light, the flight of strings,— Taut miles of shuttling moonlight syncopate The whispered rush, telepathy of ...

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The Bridge: The Tunnel by Harold Hart Crane

The Bridge: The Tunnel by Harold Hart Crane

Performances, assortments, resumes— Up Times Square to Columbus Circle lights Channel the congresses, nightly sessions, Refractions of the thousand theatres, faces— Mysterious ...

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To Emily Dickinson by Harold Hart Crane

To Emily Dickinson by Harold Hart Crane

You who desired so much--in vain to ask--Yet fed you hunger like an endless task,Dared dignify the labor, bless the quest--Achieved that stillness ultimately best,Being, of all, ...

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Southern Cross by Harold Hart Crane

Southern Cross by Harold Hart Crane

I wanted you, nameless Woman of the South, No wraith, but utterly—as still more alone The Southern Cross takes night And lifts her girdles from her, one by one— High, cool, wide ...

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Voyages Iv by Harold Hart Crane

Voyages Iv by Harold Hart Crane

Whose counted smile of hours and days, suppose I know as spectrum of the sea and pledge Vastly now parting gulf on gulf of wings Whose circles bridge, I know, (from palms to the ...

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My Grandmother’s Love Letters by Harold Hart Crane

My Grandmother’s Love Letters by Harold Hart Crane

There are no stars to-night But those of memory. Yet how much room for memory there is In the loose girdle of soft rain. There is even room enough For the letters of my mother's ...

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Forgetfulness by Harold Hart Crane

Forgetfulness by Harold Hart Crane

Forgetfulness is like a song That, freed from beat and measure, wanders. Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled, Outspread and motionless, -- A bird that coasts ...

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O Carib Isle! by Harold Hart Crane

O Carib Isle! by Harold Hart Crane

The tarantula rattling at the lily’s foot Across the feet of the dead, laid in white sand Near the coral beach—nor zigzag fiddle crabs Side-stilting from the path (that shift, ...

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At Melville’s Tomb by Harold Hart Crane

At Melville’s Tomb by Harold Hart Crane

Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledgeThe dice of drowned men's bones he saw bequeathAn embassy. Their numbers as he watched,Beat on the dusty shore and were obscured.And ...

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Carmen De Boheme by Harold Hart Crane

Carmen De Boheme by Harold Hart Crane

Sinuously winding through the room On smokey tongues of sweetened cigarettes, -- Plaintive yet proud the cello tones resume The andante of smooth hopes and lost regrets. Bright ...

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Passage by Harold Hart Crane

Passage by Harold Hart Crane

Where the cedar leaf divides the sky I heard the sea. In sapphire arenas of the hills I was promised an improved infancy. Sulking, sanctioning the sun, My memory I left in a ...

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Voyages Ii by Harold Hart Crane

Voyages Ii by Harold Hart Crane

--And yet this great wink of eternity,Of rimless floods, unfettered leewardings,Samite sheeted and processioned whereHer undinal vast belly moonward bends,Laughing the wrapt ...

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The Air Plant by Harold Hart Crane

The Air Plant by Harold Hart Crane

Grand CaymanThis tuft that thrives on saline nothingness,Inverted octopus with heavenward armsThrust parching from a palm-bole hard by the cove?A bird almost?of almost bird ...

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Chaplinesque by Harold Hart Crane

Chaplinesque by Harold Hart Crane

We will make our meek adjustments,Contented with such random consolationsAs the wind depositsIn slithered and too ample pockets.For we can still love the world, who findA famished ...

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Repose Of Rivers by Harold Hart Crane

Repose Of Rivers by Harold Hart Crane

The willows carried a slow sound, A sarabande the wind mowed on the mead. I could never remember That seething, steady leveling of the marshes Till age had brought me to the sea. ...

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North Labrador by Harold Hart Crane

North Labrador by Harold Hart Crane

A land of leaning iceHugged by plaster-grey arches of sky,Flings itself silentlyInto eternity. 'Has no one come here to win you, Or left you with the faintest blushUpon your ...

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The Bridge: To Brooklyn Bridge by Harold Hart Crane

The Bridge: To Brooklyn Bridge by Harold Hart Crane

How many dawns, chill from his rippling restThe seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him,Shedding white rings of tumult, building highOver the chained bay waters Liberty--Then, ...

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Quaker Hill by Harold Hart Crane

Quaker Hill by Harold Hart Crane

Perspective never withers from their eyes; They keep that docile edict of the Spring That blends March with August Antarctic skies: These are but cows that see no other thing Than ...

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The Broken Tower by Harold Hart Crane

The Broken Tower by Harold Hart Crane

The bell-rope that gathers God at dawn Dispatches me as though I dropped down the knell Of a spent day - to wander the cathedral lawn From pit to crucifix, feet chill on steps ...

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Carrier Letter by Harold Hart Crane

Carrier Letter by Harold Hart Crane

My hands have not touched water since your hands, -No; - nor my lips freed laughter since 'farewell'.And with the day, distance again expandsBetween us, voiceless as an uncoiled ...

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Voyages Vi by Harold Hart Crane

Voyages Vi by Harold Hart Crane

Where icy and bright dungeons lift Of swimmers their lost morning eyes, And ocean rivers, churning, shift Green borders under stranger skies, Steadily as a shell secretes Its ...

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The Bridge: Quaker Hill by Harold Hart Crane

The Bridge: Quaker Hill by Harold Hart Crane

Perspective never withers from their eyes; They keep that docile edict of the SpringThat blends March with August Antarctic skies: These are but cows that see no other thing ...

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To Brooklyn Bridge by Harold Hart Crane

To Brooklyn Bridge by Harold Hart Crane

How many dawns, chill from his rippling restThe seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him,Shedding white rings of tumult, building highOver the chained bay waters Liberty-Then, with ...

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The Bridge: The Dance by Harold Hart Crane

The Bridge: The Dance by Harold Hart Crane

The swift red flesh, a winter king— Who squired the glacier woman down the sky? She ran the neighing canyons all the spring; She spouted arms; she rose with maize—to die. And in ...

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Voyages I by Harold Hart Crane

Voyages I by Harold Hart Crane

IAbove the fresh ruffles of the surfBright striped urchins flay each other with sand. They have contrived a conquest for shell shucks, And their fingers crumble fragments of ...

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The Visible, The Untrue by Harold Hart Crane

The Visible, The Untrue by Harold Hart Crane

Yes, I beingthe terrible puppet of my dreams, shalllavish this on you-the dense mine of the orchid, split in two.And the fingernails that cinch suchenvirons?And what about the ...

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For The Marriage Of Faustus And Helen by Harold Hart Crane

For The Marriage Of Faustus And Helen by Harold Hart Crane

'And so we may arrive by Talmud skill And profane Greek to raise the building up Of Helen's house against the Ismaelite, King of Thogarma, and his habergeons Brimstony, blue and ...

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Recitative by Harold Hart Crane

Recitative by Harold Hart Crane

Regard the capture here, 0 Janus-faced, As double as the hands that twist this glass. Such eves at search or rest you cannot see; Reciting pain or glee, how can you bear! Twin ...

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The Great Western Plains by Harold Hart Crane

The Great Western Plains by Harold Hart Crane

The little voices of the prairie dogs Are tireless . . . They will give three hurrahs Alike to stage, equestrian, and pullman, And all unstingingly as to the moon. And Fifi's bows ...

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A Name For All by Harold Hart Crane

A Name For All by Harold Hart Crane

Moonmoth and grasshopper that flee our page And still wing on, untarnished of the name We pinion to your bodies to assuage Our envy of your freedom—we must maim Because we are ...

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Fear by Harold Hart Crane

Fear by Harold Hart Crane

The host, he says that all is wellAnd the fire-wood glow is bright;The food has a warm and tempting smell,-But on the window licks the night.Pile on the logs... Give me your ...

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The Bridge: Cutty Sark by Harold Hart Crane

The Bridge: Cutty Sark by Harold Hart Crane

I met a man in South Street, tall—a nervous shark tooth swung on his chain. His eyes pressed through green glass —green glasses, or bar lights made them so— shine— ...

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Voyages V by Harold Hart Crane

Voyages V by Harold Hart Crane

Meticulous, past midnight in clear rime, Infrangible and lonely, smooth as though cast Together in one merciless white blade- The bay estuaries fleck the hard sky limits. -As if ...

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Voyages Iii by Harold Hart Crane

Voyages Iii by Harold Hart Crane

Infinite consanguinity it bears This tendered theme of you that light Retrieves from sea plains where the sky Resigns a breast that every wave enthrones; While ribboned water ...

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The Hurricane by Harold Hart Crane

The Hurricane by Harold Hart Crane

Lo, Lord, Thou ridest!Lord, Lord, Thy swifting heartNought stayeth, nought now bidethBut's smithereened apart!Ay! Scripture flee'th stone!Milk-bright, Thy chisel windRescindeth ...

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