A land of leaning ice
Hugged by plaster-grey arches of sky,
Flings itself silently
Into eternity.
"Has no one come here to win you,
Or left you with the faintest blush
Upon your glittering breasts?
Have you no memories, O Darkly Bright?"
Cold-hushed, there is only the shifting of moments
That journey toward no Spring—
No birth, no death, no time nor sun
In answer.
I am busy working to bring Hart Crane's "North Labrador" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Hart Crane's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "North Labrador" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.