Poems by Hart Crane
Voyages VI
... My eyes pressed black against the prow, ...
Recitative
... Then watch While darkness, like an ape's face, falls away, ...
Atlantis
... . . . And through that cordage, threading with its call ...
Voyages
... Whose circles bridge, I know, (from palms to the severe ...
North Labrador
... " Cold-hushed, there is only the shifting moments ...
from The Bridge: To Brooklyn Bridge
... s acetylene; All afternoon the cloud flown derricks turn ...
My Grandmother's Love Letters
... " Yet I would lead my grandmother by the hand ...
Passage
... So was I turned about and back, much as your smoke ...
from The Bridge: Atlantis
... —From black embankments, moveless soundings hailed, ...
At Melville’s Tomb
... Then in the circuit calm of one vast coil, ...
O Carib Isle!
... s foot Across the feet of the dead, laid in white sand ...
My Grandmother’s Love Letters
... ” Yet I would lead my grandmother by the hand ...
A Name for All
... I dreamed that all men dropped their names, and sang ...
from The Bridge: The Tunnel
... Stilly Of shoes, umbrellas, each eye attending its shoe, then ...
from The Bridge: Cutty Sark
... —scarfed of foam, their bellies veered green esplanades, ...
