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The apple on its bough is her desire,—
Shining suspension, mimic of the sun.

Hart Crane

O, I have known metallic paradises Where cuckoos clucked to finches Above the deft catastrophes of drums. While titters hailed the groans of death Beneath gyrating awnings I have seen The incunabula of the divine grotesque.

Hart Crane

His thoughts, delivered to me
From the white coverlet and pillow,
I see now, were inheritances—
Delicate riders of the storm.

Hart Crane

Yes, Walt,
Afoot again, and onward without halt, –
Not soon, nor suddenly, – no, never to let go
My hand
in yours,
Walt Whitman –
so –

Hart Crane

Let my lusts be my ruin, then, since all else is a fake and a mockery.

Hart Crane

It was a kind and northern face That mingled in such exile guise The everlasting eyes of Pierrot And, of Gargantua, the laughter.

Hart Crane

Hart Crane

Hart Crane

Born: July 21, 1899

Died: April 27, 1932 (aged 32)

Bio: Harold Hart Crane was an American poet. Finding both inspiration and provocation in the poetry of T. S. Eliot, Crane wrote modernist poetry that was difficult, highly stylized, and ambitious in its scope.

Known for:

The Bridge
White Buildings (1926)
Complete poems

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