<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=402916" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>O Carib Isle!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tarantula rattling at the lily’s foot <br>Across the feet of the dead, laid in white sand <br>Near the coral beach—nor zigzag fiddle crabs <br>Side-stilting from the path (that shift, subvert <br>And anagrammatize your name)—No, nothing here <br>Below the palsy that one eucalyptus lifts <br>In wrinkled shadows—mourns. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet suppose <br>I count these nacreous frames of tropic death, <br>Brutal necklaces of shells around each grave <br>Squared off so carefully. Then </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the white sand I may speak a name, fertile <br>Albeit in a stranger tongue. Tree names, flower names <br>Deliberate, gainsay death’s brittle crypt. Meanwhile <br>The wind that knots itself in one great death— <br>Coils and withdraws. So syllables want breath. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But where is the Captain of this doubloon isle <br>Without a turnstile? Who but catchword crabs <br>Patrols the dry groins of the underbrush? <br>What man, or What <br>Is Commissioner of mildew throughout the ambushed senses? <br>His Carib mathematics web the eyes’ baked lenses! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under the poinciana, of a noon or afternoon <br>Let fiery blossoms clot the light, render my ghost <br>Sieved upward, white and black along the air <br>Until it meets the blue’s comedian host. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let not the pilgrim see himself again <br>For slow evisceration bound like those huge terrapin <br>Each daybreak on the wharf, their brine-caked eyes; <br>—Spiked, overturned; such thunder in their strain! <br>And clenched beaks coughing for the surge again! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slagged of the hurricane—I, cast within its flow, <br>Congeal by afternoons here, satin and vacant. <br>You have given me the shell, Satan,—carbonic amulet <br>Sere of the sun exploded in the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harold+Hart+Crane">Harold Hart Crane</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=402916" data-title="O Carib Isle! de Harold Hart Crane" data-description="The tarantula rattling at the lily’s foot Across the feet of the dead, laid in white sand Near the coral beach—nor zigzag fiddle crabs Side-stilting from the path (that shift, subvert And anagrammatize your name)—No, nothing here Below ..."></div> </div> </div>

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