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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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