Poems by Hart Crane
For The Marriage of Faustus and Helen
... no hypogeum Of wave or rock was good against one hour ...
from The Bridge: Southern Cross
... The Cross, a phantom, buckleddropped below the dawn ...
from The Bridge: Quaker Hill
... . . While we who press the cider mill, regarding them&mdash ...
Repose of Rivers
... Asunder ... How much I would have bartered! the black gorge ...
from The Bridge: The Dance
... red fangs And splay tongues thinly busy the blue air ...
The Broken Tower
... - And through whose pulse I hear, counting the strokes ...
Cutty Sark
... . . Buntlines tusseling (91 days, 20 hours and anchored!) ...
Carrier Letter
... My hands have not touched water since your hands, - ...
Voyages IV
... Whose circles bridge, I know, (from palms to the severe ...
Southern Cross
... iridescent Furrow of all our traveltrailed derision! ...
Quaker Hill
... . . . So, must we from the hawks far stemming view, ...
The Dance
... And in the autumn drouth, whose burnished hands ...
Voyages V
... But now Draw in your head, alone and too tall here ...
