Voyages By HART CRANE 1 Above the fesh rules of the surf Bright striped urchins fay “They have contrived a conquest for shell hc, ‘And their fingets crumble fragments of baked weed Gaily digging and scatering. cach other with sand ‘And in answer to their treble interjections The sun beats lightning on the waves, "The waves fold thunder on the sand ‘And could they heat me I would tell them: (© iiliane kids, sk with your dog, Fondle your shells and sticks, bleached By time and the ‘You must not cross nor eve there isa line 1 beyond it ements; be Spry cordage of your bodies to “Too lichen-fuchful from too wide abreast ‘The bottom of the sa is crue 0 —And yer thie great wink of eternicy, ‘Of rimless floods, unfettered leewardings, sheeted and processoned where Her undinal vase belly moonwatd bends Laughing the wrapt inflections of our loves Sami “Tale this Sea, whose diapason knells ‘On scrolls of silver mowy sentences, Asher demeanots motion well or il All but he picties of lover? hands, ‘And onwatd, as bells off San Salvador Salute the crocus laste ofthe stars In these poineeria meadows of her tides — Acdagio of islands, O my Prodigal, ‘Complete the dark confesions her veins spl Mark how her turning shoulders wind the hours, And hasten while her penniless rich palms Pass superscription of hent foam and wave,— Hasten, while they are true.—sleep, death deste, ‘Close round one instant in one floating flower, Bind us in time, © Seasons clear, and awe(© minstrel galleons of Carb fie, Bequeath us co no earthly shore unsil Ie answered in the vortex of our grave “The seal’ wide spindrife gaze toward paradise m Infinite consanguinity t beare— ‘This tendered cheme of you chat light Retrieves from sea plains where the sky Resigns a breast that every wave enthrones: While ibboned water lanes I wind Az laved and scatered with no stroke ‘Wide from your side, whereca this hour ‘These lif, alo, reliquaty hands ‘And so, admitted through black swollen gates “Tha rst ates al dst ase whirling pillars and lithe pediment Light weesling there incessancly with light, Seat kissing tar through wave on wave unto Your body racking! and where death, if shed Presumes no carnage, but thie single changes— ‘Upon the step floor flung from daw to dawn, ‘The silken skilled wansmemberment of song: ee otherwise, Permit me voyage, love, into your hands v Whose counted smile ofhoure and days, suppose Tknov as spectrum of the sea and pledge Vasly now parting gu on gulf of wings Whose ciscles bridge, I know (om palm to che severe Chilled albatross’ white immutabiliy) [No stream of greater love advancing now ‘Than, singing, this mortality alone “Through clay aflow immorally co you. All fragrance irefragably, and claim ‘Madly meeting logically in this hour ‘And region that is ours to wreathe again, Porcending eyes and lips and making told ‘The chancel port and postion of our fune— Shall they not stem and eloce in our own steps Bright staves of flowers and quis today as 1 ‘Must first be lor in fatal tides to tll? In signataze of the incarnate word "The harbor shoulders to resign in mingling ‘Mutual blood, tanspiting as foreknown ‘And widening noon within your breast for gathering All bright insinuations that my years have caught For islands where must lead inviolablyBlue lativudes and levels of your ees. In this expectant, stil exclaim receive ‘The secret oar and petale ofall lve v ‘Meticulous, past midnight in lear rime, Infeangible and lonely, smooth as though case ‘Together in one merciless white blade— "The bay estuaries flecethe hard ey limite — Asif oo brittle or toa clear to touch! ‘The cables of our sleep so swifly fled, Already hang, shred ends from remembered tas ‘One frozen traclese smile. What words (Can strangle this deaf moonlight? For we Are overtaken, Now no cry, no sword ‘Can fasten or deflect this tidal wedge, Slow tyranny of moonlight, moonlight foved And changed .. “There's [Nothing like this in the word,” you say, ‘Knowing I cannot touch your hand and look “Too, into tha godless cleft of sky Where nothing turns but dead sande flashing, “And never co quite understand!” No, In all che argory of your bright hair I dreamed [Nothing to glee ae this pracy But now Draw in your head, alone and roo tall here Your eyes already in the slant ofdifting foam; YYour breath scaled by the ghort I do not know: ‘Draw in your head and sleep the long way home. vl Where icy and bright dungeons lift ‘Of swinamerstheit lost morning eyes, And ooean rivers, churning, shift (Green borders under stranger skies, Seca a a sll secretes Tee beating leaguee of monotone, Oras many waters cough the suns Red kelson past the cape's wes stone: (© rivers mingling toward the sky ‘And hatbor of the phoenix’ breset— ‘My eyes pressed blak against the prow, Thy derelict and blinded guest Whiting, alte, what name, unspoke,