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Written by Hart Crane | Create an image from this poem

At Melvilles Tomb

 Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge
The dice of drowned men's bones he saw bequeath
An embassy.
Their numbers as he watched, Beat on the dusty shore and were obscured.
And wrecks passed without sound of bells, The calyx of death's bounty giving back A scattered chapter, livid hieroglyph, The portent wound in corridors of shells.
Then in the circuit calm of one vast coil, Its lashings charmed and malice reconciled, Frosted eyes there were that lifted altars; And silent answers crept across the stars.
Compass, quadrant and sextant contrive No farther tides .
.
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High in the azure steeps Monody shall not wake the mariner.
This fabulous shadow only the sea keeps.


Written by A R Ammons | Create an image from this poem

In Memoriam Mae Noblitt

 This is just a place:
we go around, distanced, 
yearly in a star's

atmosphere, turning 
daily into and out of 
direct light and

slanting through the 
quadrant seasons: deep 
space begins at our

heels, nearly rousing 
us loose: we look up 
or out so high, sight's

silk almost draws us away:
this is just a place:
currents worry themselves

coiled and free in airs 
and oceans: water picks 
up mineral shadow and

plasm into billions of 
designs, frames: trees, 
grains, bacteria: but

is love a reality we 
made here ourselves--
and grief--did we design

that--or do these, 
like currents, whine 
in and out among us merely

as we arrive and go:
this is just a place:
the reality we agree with,

that agrees with us, 
outbounding this, arrives 
to touch, joining with

us from far away:
our home which defines 
us is elsewhere but not

so far away we have 
forgotten it:
this is just a place.
Written by William Blake | Create an image from this poem

The Book of Urizen: Chapter VII

 1.
They named the child Orc, he grew Fed with milk of Enitharmon 2.
Los awoke her; O sorrow & pain! A tight'ning girdle grew, Around his bosom.
In sobbings He burst the girdle in twain, But still another girdle Opressd his bosom, In sobbings Again he burst it.
Again Another girdle succeeds The girdle was form'd by day; By night was burst in twain.
3.
These falling down on the rock Into an iron Chain In each other link by link lock'd 4.
They took Orc to the top of a mountain.
O how Enitharmon wept! They chain'd his young limbs to the rock With the Chain of Jealousy Beneath Urizens deathful shadow 5.
The dead heard the voice of the child And began to awake from sleep All things.
heard the voice of the child And began to awake to life.
6.
And Urizen craving with hunger Stung with the odours of Nature Explor'd his dens around 7.
He form'd a line & a plummet To divide the Abyss beneath.
He form'd a dividing rule: 8.
He formed scales to weigh; He formed massy weights; He formed a brazen quadrant; He formed golden compasses And began to explore the Abyss And he planted a garden of fruits 9.
But Los encircled Enitharmon With fires of Prophecy From the sight of Urizen & Orc.
10.
And she bore an enormous race

Book: Shattered Sighs