Harry Crosby

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

Study For A Soul - Poem by Harry Crosby

the colors have begun to form
silvergray with cramoisy and gold
into an arrow carved by storm
beyond the fear of new and old
and where the arrow fits the bow
the untroubled darkness of her eyes
watches the red-gold target grow
strong is the sun that purifies

but I have sought in vain to find
the riddle of the bow and archer
there were no shadows left behind
after the heart's departure.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 24, 2012



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