<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=402917" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Passage</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the cedar leaf divides the sky <br>I heard the sea. <br>In sapphire arenas of the hills <br>I was promised an improved infancy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sulking, sanctioning the sun, <br>My memory I left in a ravine,- <br>Casual louse that tissues the buck-wheat, <br>Aprons rocks, congregates pears <br>In moonlit bushels <br>And wakens alleys with a hidden cough. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dangerously the summer burned <br>(I had joined the entrainments of the wind). <br>The shadows of boulders lengthened my back: <br>In the bronze gongs of my cheeks <br>The rain dried without odour. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It is not long, it is not long; <br>See where the red and black <br>Vine-stanchioned valleys-': but the wind <br>Died speaking through the ages that you know <br>And bug, chimney-sooted heart of man! <br>So was I turned about and back, much as your smoke <br>Compiles a too well-known biography. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The evening was a spear in the ravine <br>That throve through very oak. And had I walked <br>The dozen particular decimals of time? <br>Touching an opening laurel, I found <br>A thief beneath, my stolen book in hand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Why are you back here-smiling an iron coffin? <br>' 'To argue with the laurel,' I replied: <br>'Am justified in transience, fleeing <br>Under the constant wonder of your eyes-.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He closed the book. And from the Ptolemies <br>Sand troughed us in a glittering,, abyss. <br>A serpent swam a vertex to the sun <br>-On unpaced beaches leaned its tongue and <br>drummed. <br>What fountains did I hear? What icy speeches? <br>Memory, committed to the page, had broke.</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=402917" data-title="Passage de Harold Hart Crane" data-description="Where the cedar leaf divides the sky I heard the sea. In sapphire arenas of the hills I was promised an improved infancy. Sulking, sanctioning the sun, My memory I left in a ravine,- Casual louse that tissues the buck-wheat, Aprons rocks, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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