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The Visible, The Untrue
Hart Crane (1899 – 1932)

YES, I being
the terrible puppet of my dreams, shall
lavish this on you –
the dense mine of the orchid, split in two.
And the finger-nails that cinch such
And what about the staunch neighbor tabulations,
with all their zest for doom?

I’m wearing badges
that cancel all your kindness. Forthright
I watch the silver Zeppelin
destroy the sky. To
stir your confidence?
To rouse your sanctions?

The silver strophe. . . the canto
bright with myth … Such
distances leap landward without
evil smile. And, as for me. . .

The window weight throbs in its blind
partition. To extinguish what I have of faith.
Yes, light. And it is always
always, always the eternal rainbow
& it is always the day, the day of unkind farewell.


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