Vault on the opal carpet of the sun,
Barbaric Prince Igor:— or, blind Pierrot,
Despair until the moon by tears be won:—
Or, Daphnis, move among the bees with Chloe.
Release,—dismiss the passion from your arms.
More real than life, the gestures you have spun
Haunt the blank stage with lingering alarms,
Though silent as your sandals, danced undone.
I am busy working to bring Hart Crane's "To Portapovitch" 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 "To Portapovitch" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.