The Visible, The Untrue by Hart Crane
Yes, I being the terrible puppet of my dreams, shall lavish this on you— the dense mine of the orchid, split in two. And the fingernails that cinch such environs? And what about the staunch neighbor tabulations, with all their zest for doom?
I'm wearing badges that cancel all your kindness. Forthright I watch the silver Zeppelin destroy the sky. To stir your confidence? To rouse what sanctions—?
The silver strophe... the canto bright with myth ... Such distances leap landward without evil smile. And, as for me....
The window weight throbs in its blind partition. To extinguish what I have of faith. Yes, light. And it is always always, always the eternal rainbow And it is always the day, the farewell day unkind.
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