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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=402934" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Voyages</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above the fresh ruffles of the surf<br>Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand. <br>They have contrived a conquest for shell shucks, <br>And their fingers crumble fragments of baked weed <br>Gaily digging and scattering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in answer to their treble interjections <br>The sun beats lightning on the waves, <br>The waves fold thunder on the sand;<br>And could they hear me I would tell them:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O brilliant kids, frisk with your dog, <br>Fondle your shells and sticks, bleached<br>By time and the elements; but there is a line <br>You must not cross nor ever trust beyond it <br>Spry cordage of your bodies to caresses <br>Too lichen-faithful from too wide a breast. <br>The bottom of the sea is cruel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">—And yet this great wink of eternity,<br>Of rimless floods, unfettered leewardings, <br>Samite sheeted and processioned where <br>Her undinal vast belly moonward bends, <br>Laughing the wrapt inflections of our love;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take this Sea, whose diapason knells <br>On scrolls of silver snowy sentences,<br>The sceptred terror of whose sessions rends <br>As her demeanors motion well or ill, <br>All but the pieties of lovers’ hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And onward, as bells off San Salvador <br>Salute the crocus lustres of the stars,<br>In these poinsettia meadows of her tides,—<br>Adagios of islands, O my Prodigal,<br>Complete the dark confessions her veins spell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mark how her turning shoulders wind the hours, <br>And hasten while her penniless rich palms <br>Pass superscription of bent foam and wave,—<br>Hasten, while they are true,—sleep, death, desire, <br>Close round one instant in one floating flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bind us in time, O Seasons clear, and awe. <br>O minstrel galleons of Carib fire,<br>Bequeath us to no earthly shore until<br>Is answered in the vortex of our grave<br>The seal’s wide spindrift gaze toward paradise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Infinite consanguinity it bears—<br>This tendered theme of you that light <br>Retrieves from sea plains where the sky <br>Resigns a breast that every wave enthrones; <br>While ribboned water lanes I wind<br>Are laved and scattered with no stroke <br>Wide from your side, whereto this hour <br>The sea lifts, also, reliquary hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so, admitted through black swollen gates <br>That must arrest all distance otherwise,—<br>Past whirling pillars and lithe pediments, <br>Light wrestling there incessantly with light, <br>Star kissing star through wave on wave unto <br>Your body rocking!<br>  and where death, if shed, <br>Presumes no carnage, but this single change,—<br>Upon the steep floor flung from dawn to dawn <br>The silken skilled transmemberment of song;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Permit me voyage, love, into your hands ... </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose counted smile of hours and days, suppose <br>I know as spectrum of the sea and pledge <br>Vastly now parting gulf on gulf of wings<br>Whose circles bridge, I know, (from palms to the severe <br>Chilled albatross’s white immutability) <br>No stream of greater love advancing now <br>Than, singing, this mortality alone <br>Through clay aflow immortally to you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All fragrance irrefragably, and claim <br>Madly meeting logically in this hour <br>And region that is ours to wreathe again, <br>Portending eyes and lips and making told <br>The chancel port and portion of our June—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall they not stem and close in our own steps <br>Bright staves of flowers and quills today as I <br>Must first be lost in fatal tides to tell?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In signature of the incarnate word<br>The harbor shoulders to resign in mingling<br>Mutual blood, transpiring as foreknown<br>And widening noon within your breast for gathering <br>All bright insinuations that my years have caught <br>For islands where must lead inviolably<br>Blue latitudes and levels of your eyes,—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this expectant, still exclaim receive <br>The secret oar and petals of all love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meticulous, past midnight in clear rime, <br>Infrangible and lonely, smooth as though cast <br>Together in one merciless white blade—<br>The bay estuaries fleck the hard sky limits.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">—As if too brittle or too clear to touch! <br>The cables of our sleep so swiftly filed,<br>Already hang, shred ends from remembered stars. <br>One frozen trackless smile ... What words <br>Can strangle this deaf moonlight? For we</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are overtaken. Now no cry, no sword <br>Can fasten or deflect this tidal wedge,<br>Slow tyranny of moonlight, moonlight loved <br>And changed ... “There’s</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing like this in the world,” you say, <br>Knowing I cannot touch your hand and look <br>Too, into that godless cleft of sky<br>Where nothing turns but dead sands flashing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“—And never to quite understand!” No,<br>In all the argosy of your bright hair I dreamed <br>Nothing so flagless as this piracy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">   But now<br>Draw in your head, alone and too tall here. <br>Your eyes already in the slant of drifting foam; <br>Your breath sealed by the ghosts I do not know: <br>Draw in your head and sleep the long way home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where icy and bright dungeons lift <br>Of swimmers their lost morning eyes, <br>And ocean rivers, churning, shift <br>Green borders under stranger skies,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Steadily as a shell secretes<br>Its beating leagues of monotone,<br>Or as many waters trough the sun’s <br>Red kelson past the cape’s wet stone;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O rivers mingling toward the sky <br>And harbor of the phoenix’ breast—<br>My eyes pressed black against the prow, <br>—Thy derelict and blinded guest</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Waiting, afire, what name, unspoke, <br>I cannot claim: let thy waves rear <br>More savage than the death of kings, <br>Some splintered garland for the seer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond siroccos harvesting<br>The solstice thunders, crept away, <br>Like a cliff swinging or a sail<br>Flung into April’s inmost day—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Creation’s blithe and petalled word <br>To the lounged goddess when she rose <br>Conceding dialogue with eyes<br>That smile unsearchable repose—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still fervid covenant, Belle Isle, <br>—Unfolded floating dais before<br>Which rainbows twine continual hair—<br>Belle Isle, white echo of the oar!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The imaged Word, it is, that holds <br>Hushed willows anchored in its glow. <br>It is the unbetrayable reply<br>Whose accent no farewell can know.</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>
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Above the fresh ruffles of the surf
Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand. 
They have contrived a conquest for shell shucks, 
And their fingers crumble fragments of baked weed 
Gaily digging and scattering.

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