2005-09-16 - 1:44 p.m.
Hart Crane MEDITATION
Toward peace and the grey margins of the day. I have drawn my hands away The andante of vain hopes and lost regret Falls like slow rain that whispers to forget,- Like a song that neither questions nor replies It laves with coolness tarnished lips and eyes. I have drawn my hands away At last to touch the ungathered rose. 0 stay, Moment of dissolving happiness! Astir Already in the sky, night's chorister Has brushed a petal from the jasmine moon, And the heron has passed by, alas, how soon! I have drawn my hands away Like ships for guidance in the lift and spray Of stars that urge them toward an unknown goal. Drift, 0 wakeful one, 0 restless soul, Until the glittering white open hand Of heaven thou shalt read and understand.
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