Harry Crosby

(4 June 1898 - 10 December 1929 / Boston, Massachusetts)

Poem For The Feet Of Polia - Poem by Harry Crosby

they have walked through the gateways
of my eyes
they have climbed the mountains
of my body
they have marched across the desert
of my heart
they have forded the rivers
of my mind
they have penetrated into the dark forest
of my soul
if I were a cannibal I might devour them
if I were Pilate I might crucify them
if I were a sorcerer I might make them vanish away
if I were Neptune I might drown them
if I were a robber I might steal them

but I am a bridge to the sun
bridge leading away from a world of pain
bridge leading away from a night of sin
bridge over the abyss of doubt
bridge for the feet of Polia to the Sun

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 24, 2012

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