Wrap us and lift us; drop us then, returned
Like water, undestroyed, --like mist, unburned...
But do not claim a friend like him again,
Whose arrow must have pierced you beyond pain.
-excerpted from "To The Cloud Juggler"
by Hart Crane, 1920
Like water, undestroyed, --like mist, unburned...
But do not claim a friend like him again,
Whose arrow must have pierced you beyond pain.
-excerpted from "To The Cloud Juggler"
by Hart Crane, 1920
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