A land of leaning ice
Hugged by plaster-grey arches of sky,
Flings itself silently
Into eternity.
'Has no one come here to win you,
Or left you with the faintest blush
Upon your glittering breasts?
Have you no memories, O Darkly Bright?'
Cold-hushed, there is only the shifting moments
That journey toward no Spring -
No birth, no death, no time nor sun
In answer.
North Labrador
Harold Hart Crane
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Poem topics: birth, death, journey, sky, spring, sun, time, eternity, bright, answer, cold, ice, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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