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OCTOBER-NOVEMBER by HAROLD HART CRANE

Poet Analysis

First Line: INDIAN-SUMMER-SUN
Last Line: FLOODS THE GRAPE-HUNG NIGHT.
Subject(s): INDIAN SUMMER; NATURE; TREES;
Indian-summer-sun
With crimson feathers whips away the mists,—
Dives through the filter of trellises
And gilds the silver on the blotched arbor-seats.

Now gold and purple scintillate
On trees that seem dancing
In delirium;
Then the moon
In a mad orange flare
Floods the grape-hung night.



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