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Hart Crane

I have stood beneath your Bridge and marveled at the music being whispered in its wires. I saw America flash pass on your train riding west, a kaleidoscopic rush of signs knitted into a vision too large to hold in one mind. You drowned in its immensity. Through the taut miles of shuttling, the wind still murmurs your timeless prayers.

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Sam Kauffman

Date: 9/15/2023 11:14:00 AM

Paul, I think you have captured the multi-dimensional aspects of Hart Crane - his desire to bring light and his struggle with the darkness that ultimately swallowed him. Thank you for this tribute to a poetic voice gone too soon! Blessings.

Paul Willason
Date: 9/16/2023 9:20:00 PM

Thanks Sam for your considered comments...valued. Hart Crane is a difficult poet to get your head around but I find his work so skillfully composed with some of the most magnificent music to it. Unfortunately, as you pointed out, the dark swallowed him with still so much to say. Pity. Regards...