Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | April 27, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Fear

by Harold Hart Crane  (1899 – 1932).

 

Fear

 

The host, he says that all is well

And the fire-wood glow is bright;

The food has a warm and tempting smell,—

But on the window licks the night.

 

Pile on the logs… Give me your hands,                         5

Friends! No,— it is not fright…

But hold me… somewhere I heard demands…

And on the window licks the night.

 

Notes:

http://www.english.illinois.edu/Maps/poets/a_f/crane/bio.htm

http://www.thehypertexts.com/Hart%20Crane%20Poet%20Poetry%20Picture%20Bio.htm

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