Repose of Rivers, by Hart Crane (A Reading)
The willows carried a slow sound,A sarabande the wind mowed on the mead.I could never rememberThat seething, steady leveling of the marshesTill age had brought me to the sea. Flags, weeds. And remembrance of steep alcovesWhere cypresses shared the noon’sTyranny; they drew me into hades almost.And mammoth turtles climbing sulphur dreamsYielded, while sun-silt rippled themAsunder […]
To Brooklyn Bridge, by Hart Crane (A Reading)
How many dawns, chill from his rippling restThe seagull’s wings shall dip and pivot him,Shedding white rings of tumult, building highOver the chained bay waters Liberty— Then, with inviolate curve, forsake our eyesAs apparitional as sails that crossSome page of figures to be filed away;—Till elevators drop us from our day … I think of […]
Ruined Choir 