Harold Hart Crane

Garrettsville, Ohio
Harold Hart Crane
Garrettsville, Ohio


Rating: 3.8
Where the cedar leaf divides the sky
I heard the sea.
In sapphire arenas of the hills
I was promised an improved infancy.

Sulking, sanctioning the sun,
My memory I left in a ravine,-
Casual louse that tissues the buck-wheat,
Aprons rocks, congregates pears
In moonlit bushels
And wakens alleys with a hidden cough.

Dangerously the summer burned
(I had joined the entrainments of the wind).
The shadows of boulders lengthened my back:
In the bronze gongs of my cheeks
The rain dried without odour.

'It is not long, it is not long;
See where the red and black
Vine-stanchioned valleys-': but the wind
Died speaking through the ages that you know
And bug, chimney-sooted heart of man!
So was I turned about and back, much as your smoke
Compiles a too well-known biography.

The evening was a spear in the ravine
That throve through very oak. And had I walked
The dozen particular decimals of time?
Touching an opening laurel, I found
A thief beneath, my stolen book in hand.

''Why are you back here-smiling an iron coffin?
' 'To argue with the laurel,' I replied:
'Am justified in transience, fleeing
Under the constant wonder of your eyes-.'

He closed the book. And from the Ptolemies
Sand troughed us in a glittering,, abyss.
A serpent swam a vertex to the sun
-On unpaced beaches leaned its tongue and
What fountains did I hear? What icy speeches?
Memory, committed to the page, had broke.
Monday, April 5, 2010
very very very heart touching...
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Thomas Case 18 May 2016
great imagery.....nice subtle slant rhyme.
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* Sunprincess * 18 May 2016
.......a wonderful poem, love the vocabulary, love the diction, very well presented ?
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Ratnakar Mandlik 18 May 2016
A beautifully crafted poem full of rhyme and rhythm displaying an amazing flight of imagery. Thanks for sharing.
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Edward Kofi Louis 18 May 2016
I heard the sea! ! With the muse of life; and, i met the thief. Nice imagery. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Tom Billsborough 18 May 2016
Marvellous imagery and tight rhythms from a very fine American poet who created Adagios of Islands that unforgettable phrase. There is more here On unpaced beaches leaned its tongue. Tom Billsborough
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M Asim Nehal 18 May 2016
Outstanding imagery and nice flow makes this poem very special, I liked it, thanks for sharing.
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