Paul Willason Poet Free verse

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 September 15, 2023 at 11:14 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 September 16, 2023 at 9:20 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...