The sonnet was not the principal form of Hart Crane, but, for whatever reason, he tended to favor the sonnet when he addressed other poets. "To Shakespeare", which I posted yesterday, is an example; here is another:
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To Emily Dickinson
By Harold Hart Crane
You who desired so much---in vain to ask---
Yet fed your hunger like an endless task,
Dared dignify the labor, bless the quest---
Achieved that stillness ultimately best,
Being, of all, least sought for: Emily, hear!
O Sweet, dead Silencer, most suddenly clear
When singing that eternity possessed
And plundered momently in every breast;
---Truly no flower yet withers in your hand.
The harvest you descried and understand
Needs more than wit to gather, love to bind.
Some reconcilement of remotest mind---
Leaves Ormus rubyless, and Ophir chill.
Else tears heap all within one clay-cold hill.
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