Harry Crosby

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

Sun-Rhapsody - Poem by Harry Crosby

The Sun! the Sun!
a fish in the aquarium of sky
or golden net to snare the butterfly
of soul
or else the hole
through which the stars have disappeared

it is a forest without trees
it is a lion in a cage of breeze
it is the roundness of her knees
great Hercules
and all the seas
and our soliloquies

winter-cold anchorite
summer-hot sybarite
to-day a lady wraped in clouds
tomorrow hunted by the hungry clouds
it is a monster that our thoughts have speared
the queen we chanticleered

a mother's womb
a child's balloon-
red burning tomb


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 24, 2012


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