Voyages III

Infinite consanguinity ir bears
This tendered theme of you that ligth
Retrieves from sea plains where the sky
Resigns a breast that every wave enthrones;
While ribboned water lanes I wind
Are laved and scattered with no stroke
Wide from your side, whereto this hour
The sea lifts, also reliquary hands.

And so, admitted through black swollen gates
That must arrest al distance otherwise,
Past whirling pillars and lithe pediments,
Light wrestling there incessantly with light,
Star kissing star trough wave on wave unto
Your body rocking!
and where death, if shed,
Presumes no carnage, but this singles change,
Upon the steep floor flung from dawn to dawn
the silken skilled transmemberment of song;

Permit me voyage, love, into your hands...

Hart Crane

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