There are several more careers more engaging to follow than that of poetry. But the circumstances of one's birth, the conduct of one's parents, the current economic structure of society, and a thousand other local factors have as much or… — Hart Crane Copy Share Image
“O sleepless as the river under thee, / Vaulting the sea, the prairies' dreaming sod, / Onto us lowliest sometime sweep, descend / And… — Hart Crane Copy Share Image
And I have been able to give freedom and life which was acknowledged in the ecstasy of walking hand in hand across the most… — Hart Crane Copy Share Image
And so she comes to dream herself the tree, The wind possessing her, weaving her young veins, Holding her to the sky and its… — Hart Crane Copy Share Image
“My Grandmother's Love Letters" There are no stars tonight But those of memory. Yet how much room for memory there is In the loose… — Hart Crane Copy Share Image
It has taken a great deal of energy, which has not been so difficult to summon as the necessary patience to wait, simply wait… — Hart Crane Copy Share Image
I think the sea has thrown itself upon me and been answered, at least in part, and I believe I am a little changed… — Hart Crane Copy Share Image
“How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull’s wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of tumult, building high Over… — Hart Crane Copy Share Image
And so it was I entered the broken world To trace the visionary company of love, its voice An instant in the wind (I… — Hart Crane Copy Share Image
“I wanted you, nameless Woman of the South, No wraith, but utterly—as still more alone The Southern Cross takes night And lifts her girdles… — Hart Crane Copy Share Image
Stars scribble on our eyes the frosty sagas, The gleaming cantos of unvanquished space. (Cape Hatteras — Hart Crane Copy Share Image
