Legend Poem by Harold Hart Crane

Legend

Rating: 3.8


As silent as a mirror is believed
Realities plunge in silence by . . .

I am not ready for repentance;
Nor to match regrets. For the moth
Bends no more than the still
Imploring flame. And tremorous
In the white falling flakes
Kisses are,--
The only worth all granting.

It is to be learned--
This cleaving and this burning,
But only by the one who
Spends out himself again.

Twice and twice
(Again the smoking souvenir,
Bleeding eidolon!) and yet again.
Until the bright logic is won
Unwhispering as a mirror
Is believed.

Then, drop by caustic drop, a perfect cry
Shall string some constant harmony,--
Relentless caper for all those who step
The legend of their youth into the noon.


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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
* Sunprincess * 01 April 2016

......the wonders of the mirror, moth and flame are beautifully penned ★

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MAHTAB BANGALEE 03 January 2023

just great poem; excellent to read

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Michael Walker 18 September 2019

'Relentless caper for all those who step/ The legend of their youth into the noon'. Tremendous lines.

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Susan Williams 04 July 2017

A poem of line after line of great poetry culminating in these most poetic lines of all: Then, drop by caustic drop, a perfect cry Shall string some constant harmony, - Relentless caper for all those who step The legend of their youth into the noon.

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Pretentious douche! ! !

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Edward Kofi Louis 04 July 2017

Not ready! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 04 July 2017

Constant harmony.... Thanks for posting...

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Harold Hart Crane

Harold Hart Crane

Garrettsville, Ohio
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