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My Grandmother’s Love Letters by Hart Crane

There are no stars tonight But those of memory. Yet how much room for memory there is In the loose girdle of soft rain. There is even room enough For the letters of my mother’s mother, Elizabeth, That have been … Continue reading

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To Brooklyn Bridge by Hart Crane

How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull’s wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of tumult, building high Over the chained bay waters Liberty– Then, with inviolate curve, forsake our eyes As apparitional as sails … Continue reading

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