Hart Crane

Hart Crane

Harold Hart Crane (July 21, 1899 – April 27, 1932) was an American poet. Finding both inspiration and provocation in the poetry of T. S. Eliot, Crane wrote modernist poetry that was difficult, highly stylized, and ambitious in its scope. In his most ambitious work, The Bridge, Crane sought to write an epic poem, in the vein of The Waste Land, that expressed a more optimistic view of modern, urban culture than the one that he found in Eliot's work. In the years following his suicide at the age of 32, Crane has been hailed by playwrights, poets, and literary critics alike (including Robert Lowell, Derek Walcott, Tennessee Williams, and Harold Bloom), as being one of the most influential poets of his generation.

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    Scatter these well-meant idioms
    Into the smoky spring that fills
    The suburbs, where they will be lost.
    They are no trophies of the sun.
    Hart Crane (1899–1932)

    subways, rivered under streets
    and rivers . . . in the car
    the overtone of motion
    underground, the monotone
    of motion is the sound
    of other faces, also underground—
    Hart Crane (1899–1932)

    And this thy harbor, O my City, I have driven under,
    Tossed from the coil of ticking towers. . . . Tomorrow,
    And to be . . . . Here by the River that is East—
    Hart Crane (1899–1932)

    The intent escalator lifts a serenade
    Stilly
    Of shoes, umbrellas, each eye attending its shoe, then
    Bolting outright somewhere above where streets
    Burst suddenly in rain. . . .
    Hart Crane (1899–1932)

    Behind
    My father’s cannery works I used to see
    Rail-squatters ranged in nomad raillery,
    Hart Crane (1899–1932)