Harold Hart Crane

As silent as a mirror is
Realities plunge in silence by

—And yet this great wink of eternity,
Of rimless floods, unfettered leewardings,
Samite sheeted and processioned
Her undinal vast belly moonward bends,

"And so we may arrive by Talmud skill And profane Greek to raise the building up Of Helen's house against the Ismaelite,
King of Thogarma, and his habergeons Brimstony, blue and fiery; and the force Of King A baddon, and the beast of Cit...

I met a man in South Street, tall— a nervous shark tooth swung on his chain
His eyes pressed through green glass —green glasses, or bar lights made them so— shine—
EN— eyes— stepped out—forgot to look at you or left you several blocks aw...

We will make our meek adjustments,
Contented with such random
As the wind
In slithered and too ample pockets

Perspective never withers from their eyes;
They keep that docile edict of the Spring That blends March with August Antarctic skies:
These are but cows that see no other thing Than grass and snow, and their own inner being Through the ric...

Moonmoth and grasshopper that flee our page And still wing on, untarnished of the name We pinion to your bodies to assuage Our envy of your freedom—we must maim Because we are usurpers, and chagrined— And take the wing and scar it in the hand