The form of my poem rises out of a past that so overwhelms the present with its worth and vision that I'm at a loss to explain my delusion that there exist any real links between that past and a future worthy of it.
Stars scribble on our eyes the frosty sagas, The gleaming cantos of unvanquished space. (Cape Hatteras - Hart Crane
Stars scribble on our eyes the frosty sagas, The gleaming cantos of unvanquished space. (Cape Hatteras
- Hart Crane
The form of my poem rises out of a past that so overwhelms the present with its worth and vision that I'm at a loss to explain my delusion that there… - Hart Crane
The form of my poem rises out of a past that so overwhelms the present with its worth and vision that I'm at a loss to explain my delusion that there…
I can remember much forgetfulness. - Hart Crane
I can remember much forgetfulness.
It has taken a great deal of energy, which has not been so difficult to summon as the necessary patience to wait, simply wait much of the time - unti… - Hart Crane
It has taken a great deal of energy, which has not been so difficult to summon as the necessary patience to wait, simply wait much of the time - unti…
Love: a burnt match skating in a urinal. - Hart Crane
Love: a burnt match skating in a urinal.
And so she comes to dream herself the tree, The wind possessing her, weaving her young veins, Holding her to the sky and its quick blue, Drowning the… - Hart Crane
And so she comes to dream herself the tree, The wind possessing her, weaving her young veins, Holding her to the sky and its quick blue, Drowning the…
Goodbye, everybody! (Suicide note) - Hart Crane
Goodbye, everybody! (Suicide note)
Permit me voyage, love, into your hands. - Hart Crane
Permit me voyage, love, into your hands.
One must be drenched in words, literally soaked in them. - Hart Crane
One must be drenched in words, literally soaked in them.
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