A serpent swam a vertex to the sun
— On unpaced beaches leaned its tongue and drummed.
What fountains did I hear? what icy speeches?
Memory, committed to the page, had broke.
— Hart Crane, from “Passage”
A serpent swam a vertex to the sun
— On unpaced beaches leaned its tongue and drummed.
What fountains did I hear? what icy speeches?
Memory, committed to the page, had broke.
— Hart Crane, from “Passage”
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