poet Harold Hart Crane

Harold Hart Crane

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Harold Hart Crane was an American poet. Finding both inspiration and provocation in the poetry of T.S. Eliot, Crane wrote modernist poetry that is difficult, highly stylized, and very ambitious in its scope. In his most ambitious work, The Bridge, Crane sought to write an epic poem in the vein of The Waste Land that expressed something more sincere and optimistic than the ironic despair that Crane found in Eliot's poetry. In the years following his suicide at the age of 32, Crane has come to be seen as one of the most influential poets of his generation.

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Hart Crane was born in Garrettsville, Ohio. His father, Clarence, was a successful Ohio businessman who... more »

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  • James Mclain (7/21/2016 10:59:00 AM)

    Frog's
    can't jump to high
    yet inevitably
    when a bird flies to low
    it hits the
    windshield of a car.. iip

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  • Engr. Moronfolu Kayode Damilare (5/18/2016 4:13:00 AM)

    The poem is a nice one

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  • iain Robb (3/15/2014 5:59:00 AM)

    The greatest poet of the twentieth century, even given the genius of Yeats, and one of the most criminally overlooked artistic geniuses in the history of Western art.

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  • Justin Gonzalez (11/25/2012 4:43:00 AM)

    To me, there isn't enough mention of this great poet's name in this world. Luckily, James Franco made a movie about him and helped me discover this great poet. Tank you James, you've gained a lot of respect from me.

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Best Poem of Harold Hart Crane

Interior

It sheds a shy solemnity,
This lamp in our poor room.
O grey and gold amenity, --
Silence and gentle gloom!

Wide from the world, a stolen hour
We claim, and none may know
How love blooms like a tardy flower
Here in the day's after-glow.

And even should the world break in
With jealous threat and guile,
The world, at last, must bow and win
Our pity and a smile.

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