Postscript

...for Hart Crane - In Memoriam - (1899-1932) Words of purpose, carved and struck, as chipped from granite's cold confines, fashioned into filigrees that shocked and startled feebler minds. The Bridge, that span of subtle magic, metaphor of time and space, stretching skyward, swooping low, connecting man to style and grace. Letters of sophistication sent to those who praised and scorned, ever striving for perfection, friends were used and heroes mourned. A man at odds with bland conventions, drunk, debauched, yet tried and true, companionship oft cold and faithless fostered with a dockside crew. On a ship, confused and homeless, wandering, he yearned for ease, the ocean summoned this poor vagrant, in its depths he found his peace.