Fear Poem by Harold Hart Crane

Fear

Rating: 3.5


The host, he says that all is well
And the fire-wood glow is bright;
The food has a warm and tempting smell,-
But on the window licks the night.

Pile on the logs... Give me your hands,
Friends! No,- it is not fright...
But hold me... somewhere I heard demands...
And on the window licks the night.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Smoky Hoss 17 February 2023

Looking back, knowing that Hart Crane accomplished suicide, the last two lines have a deep, intense despair about them. I can literally 'feel' his words breathing upon my heart. No fear, just an answering of a far-off call, a darkness 'licking' at the window of the soul. Incredible poem...

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* Sunprincess * 01 April 2016

.....amazing...and true. I've read some people have a phobia of the night..Although I'm not sure if this is common, I hope not ★

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Harold Hart Crane

Harold Hart Crane

Garrettsville, Ohio
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