Legend Poem by Harold Hart Crane
Legend
As silent as a mirror is believed
Realities plunge in silence by . . .
I am not ready for repentance;
Nor to match regrets. For the moth
Bends no more than the still
Imploring flame. And tremorous
In the white falling flakes
Kisses are,--
The only worth all granting.
It is to be learned--
This cleaving and this burning,
But only by the one who
Spends out himself again.
Twice and twice
(Again the smoking souvenir,
Bleeding eidolon!) and yet again.
Until the bright logic is won
Unwhispering as a mirror
Is believed.
Then, drop by caustic drop, a perfect cry
Shall string some constant harmony,--
Relentless caper for all those who step
The legend of their youth into the noon.
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'Relentless caper for all those who step/ The legend of their youth into the noon'. Tremendous lines.
A poem of line after line of great poetry culminating in these most poetic lines of all: Then, drop by caustic drop, a perfect cry Shall string some constant harmony, - Relentless caper for all those who step The legend of their youth into the noon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 2:20:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
......the wonders of the mirror, moth and flame are beautifully penned ★