Bravo — this is the kind of poetry entry I aspire to.
The Lumber Room is now added to the blogroll on the basis of this evocative introduction to a lesser-known poet.
Also, when reading about him in my copy of Lives of the Poets, by Micheal Schmidt, it leads to a new word for me: rebarbative, the subject of an upcoming post. (I have nothing to add to the summary of Hart Crane’s life in the link above).
![I've been so many places in my life and time, [...] I've acted out my life [...] but we're alone now and I'm singin' this song...](http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3639/3548279667_21abb1a854_t.jpg "I've been so many places in my life and time, [...] I've acted out my life [...] but we're alone now and I'm singin' this song...")
Thank you. Always most pleasing to encounter other lovers of Crane.
Not a lover, exactly. Some of his poetry doesn’t appeal at all… but there are some thought-provoking, beautiful bits as well. The line I quoted for example — who amongst us hasn’t been in a place where even a sparrow wind would knock our mind off balance?