Wednesday, September 26, 2007

The Emblems of Conduct



I am letting Hart Crane talk to you, because I can't verbalise my thoughts.


By a peninsula the wanderer sat and sketched

The uneven valley graves. While the apostle gave

Alms to the meek the volcano burst

With sulphur and aureate rocks...

For joy rides in stupendous coverings

Luring the living into spiritual gates.


Orators follow the universe

And radio the complete laws to the people.

The apostle conveys thought through discipline.

Bowls and cups fill historians with adorations--

Dull lips commemorating spiritual gates.


The wanderer later chose this spot of rest

Where marble clouds support the sea

And where was finally born a hero.

By that time summer and smoke were past.

Dolphins still played, arching the horizons,

But only to build memories of spiritual gates.


"The Emblems of Conduct", Hart Crane

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