Dangerously the summer burned(I had joined the entrainments of the wind).The shadows of boulders lengthened my back:In the bronze gongs of my cheeksThe rain dried without odour.— Hart Crane, "Passage"
Dangerously the summer burned
(I had joined the entrainments of the wind).
The shadows of boulders lengthened my back:
In the bronze gongs of my cheeks
The rain dried without odour.
— Hart Crane, "Passage"