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

Stars scribble on our eyes the frosty sagas, The gleaming cantos of unvanquished space. (Cape Hatteras

- Hart Crane

I can remember much forgetfulness.

- Hart Crane

Love: a burnt match skating in a urinal.

- Hart Crane

Goodbye, everybody! (Suicide note)

- 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…

- 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…

- Hart Crane

Permit me voyage, love, into your hands.

- Hart Crane

One must be drenched in words, literally soaked in them.

- Hart Crane