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Hart Crane

1899 to 1932

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The anxious milk-blood in the veins of the earth,
That strives long and quiet to sever the girth
Of greenery…. Below the roots, a quickening quiver
Aroused by some light that had sensed,—ere the shiver
Of the first moth's descent,—day's predestiny….
The sound of a dove's flight waved over the lawn….
The moans of travail of one dearest beside me….
Then high cries from great chasms of chaos outdrawn.
Hush! these things were all heard before dawn.