Hart Crane Quotes

How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest
The seagull’s wings shall dip and pivot him,
Shedding white rings of tumult, building high
Over the chained bay waters Liberty—

Then, with inviolate curve, forsake our eyes
As apparitional as sails that cross
Some page of figures to be filed away;
—Till elevators drop us from our day ...
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Biography
Profession:
Poet
Nationality:
American
Born:
July 21, 1899
Died:
April 26, 1932
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