Who is Harold Hart Crane

Harold Hart Crane (July 21, 1899 – April 27, 1932) was an American poet. Provoked and inspired by T. S. Eliot, Crane wrote modernist poetry that was difficult, highly stylized, and ambitious in its scope. In his most ambitious work, The Bridge, Crane sought to write an epic poem, in the vein of The Waste Land, that expressed a more optimistic view of modern, urban culture than the one that he found in Eliot's work. In the years following his suicide at the age of 32, Crane has been hailed by playwrights, poets, and literary critics alike (including Robert Lowell, Derek Walcott, Tennessee Williams, and Harold Bloom), as being one of the most influential poets of his generation.

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Crane was born in Garrettsville, Ohio, the son of Clarence A. Crane and G...
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Harold Hart Crane Poems

  • The Bridge: To Brooklyn Bridge
    How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest
    The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him,
    Shedding white rings of tumult, building high
    Over the chained bay waters Liberty-- ...
  • My Grandmother's Love Letters
    There are no stars to-night
    But those of memory.
    Yet how much room for memory there is
    In the loose girdle of soft rain. ...
  • Passage
    Where the cedar leaf divides the sky
    I heard the sea.
    In sapphire arenas of the hills
    I was promised an improved infancy. ...
  • Voyages I
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    Above the fresh ruffles of the surf
    Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand. ...
  • Carmen De Boheme
    Sinuously winding through the room
    On smokey tongues of sweetened cigarettes, --
    Plaintive yet proud the cello tones resume
    The andante of smooth hopes and lost regrets. ...
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Top 10 most used topics by Harold Hart Crane

White 16 Time 15 Bright 15 Love 13 Wind 13 I Love You 13 Sea 12 Sky 11 Heart 11 Night 10


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Blown_through: stood up and i could see that it was the face of hart crane. the dream froze, and there was a flashback exposition in the voice of harold bloom about how hart crane had obsessively taken notes about the challenge (visual of him flipping through dogeared pages with rainbow
Mtwouldberaees: “we all fear loneliness, madness, dying. shakespeare and walt whitman, leopardi and hart crane will not cure those fears. and yet these poets bring us fire and light.” ~harold bloom [1930-2019] [the american critic] [book:the anatomy of influence: literature as a way of life]
Eva21182990: "we all fear loneliness, madness, dying. shakespeare and walt whitman, leopardi and hart crane will not cure those fears. and yet these poets bring us fire and light." harold bloom (from his book, the anatomy of influence: literature as a way of life)
Pergament_f: "we all fear loneliness, madness, dying. shakespeare and walt whitman, leopardi and hart crane will not cure those fears. and yet these poets bring us fire and light." harold bloom ➰️ edward norton griffith
Kulambq: 'not being much of a beach-person, i go there only to chant walt whitman, hart crane, stevens, generally in solitude addressing the wind and the waves.' ~ harold bloom i knew we were soulmates mr. bloom.
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