"And so she comes to dream herself the tree, The wind possessing her, weaving her young veins, Holding her to the sky and its quick blue, Drowning the fever of her hands in sunlight. She has no memory, nor fear, nor hope Beyond the grass and shadows at her feet."

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Source : Hart Crane (1966). “The complete poems and selected letters and prose of Hart Crane”, Anchor

Hart Crane

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