So it must be true that tastes change. Not overnight in an revolutionary way, but over time in an evolutionary way, and I noticed this again when I posted Hart Crane's "Bacardi Spreads the Eagle's Wing" yesterday, and the best that I could come up with to write about it was that it was a tour de force that shows Hart Crane's mastery of form.
So instead of posting old favorites, I decided to read the book again and post pieces that I like a lot now :) such as this one:
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---And Bees of Paradise
By Harold Hart Crane
I had come all the way here from the sea,
Yet met the wave again between your arms
Where cliff and citadel---all verily
dissolved within a sky of beacon forms---
Sea gardens lifted rainbow-wise through eyes
I found.
Yes, tall, inseparably our days
Pass sunward. We have walked the kindled skies
Inexorable and girded with your praise,
By the dove filled, and bees of paradise.
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