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.


My Grandmother's Love Letters (l. 1-4). In The Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, by Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair (1988)

Hart Crane Quotes

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 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 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 are no stars to-night But those of memory. Yet how much room for memory there is In the loose girdle of soft rain.