Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AGAIN, by HAROLD HART CRANE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: What in this heap in which the serpent pries Last Line: "how much yet meets the treason of the snow." Alternate Author Name(s): Crane, Hart Subject(s): Nothingness; Nihilism; Voids | ||||||||
What in this heap in which the serpent pries, Reflects the sapphire transepts round the eyes -- The angled octagon upon a skin, Facsimile of time unskeined, From which some whispered carillon assures Speed to the arrow into feathered skies? New thresholds, new anatomies, New freedoms now distil This competence, to travel in a tear, Sparkling alone within another's will. My blood dreams a receptive smile Wherein new purities are snared. There chimes Before some flame a restless shell Tolled once perhaps by every tongue in hell. Anguished the wit cries out of me, "The world Has followed you. Though in the end you know And count some dim inheritance of sand, How much yet meets the treason of the snow." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERS DE SOCI??T?? by PHILIP LARKIN AT THE GRAVE OF MY GUARDIAN ANGEL: ST. LOUIS CEMETERY, NEW ORLEANS by LARRY LEVIS CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH NOTHING AND THE INCIDENT IN THE STREETS by GREGORY ORR POEM ABOUT NOTHING by GREGORY ORR THE LAST WISH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON EPISODE OF HANDS by HAROLD HART CRANE FORGETFULNESS by HAROLD HART CRANE PRAISE FOR AN URN; IN MEMORIAM: ERNEST NELSON by HAROLD HART CRANE |
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