The bells, I say, the bells break down their tower; And swing I know not where. Their tongues engrave. Membrane through marrow, my long-scattered score. Of broken intervals? And I, their sexton slave!
Hart CraneAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: July 21, 1899
- Died: April 26, 1932
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