Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Great Regulars: The lover himself is a strange figure,

almost ship-like, "alone and too tall here". After the brilliant and disturbing visionary flights ("all the argosy of your bright hair"), the final weary pleasure in relinquishing desire might, at least with hindsight, be read as a death-wish. The last stanza suggests, perhaps, a source for Auden's more famous and psychologically reconciled "Lullaby".

[by Hart Crane]

Voyages, V

from Carol Rumens: The Guardian: theblogbooks: Poem of the week: Voyages

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