Hart Crane - Sun Quotes

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And Thee, across the harbor, silver-paced
As though the sun took step of thee, yet left
Some motion ever unspent in thy stride,
Implicitly thy freedom staying thee!

Hart Crane

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

Hart Crane

Slagged of the hurricane—I, cast within its flow, Congeal by afternoons here, satin and vacant. You have given me the shell, Satan,—carbonic amulet Sere of the sun exploded in the sea.

Hart Crane