"Lo, Lord, Thou ridest!
Lord, Lord, Thy swifting heart
Naught stayeth, naught now bideth
But's smithereened apart!" Hart Crane (1899-1932), U.S. poet. The Hurricane (l. 1-4). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press. |
"when wine redeems the sight,
Narrowing the mustard scansions of the eyes," Hart Crane (1899-1932), U.S. poet. The Wine Menagerie (l. 1-2). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press. |
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