The Visible the Untrue

THE VISIBLE THE UNTRUE (to E.O.) – an unfinished poem by HART CRANE

Yes, I being

the terrible puppet of my dreams, shall

lavish this on you–

the dense mine of the orchid, split in two.

And the fingernails that cinch such


And what about the staunch neighbor tabulations

with all their zest and doom?


I’m wearing badges

that cancel all your kindness. Forthright

I watch the silver Zeppelin

destroy the sky. To

stir your confidence?

To rouse what sanctions–? toothaches?


The silver strophe . . . the canto

bright with myth . . . Such

distances leap landward without

evil smile. And, as for me . . .


The window weight throbs in its blind

partition. To extinguish what I have of faith.

Yes, light. And it is always

always, always the eternal rainbow

And it is always the day, the farewell day unkind.


from The Complete Poems of Hart Crane, centennial edition, ed. Marc Simon, introduced by Harold Bloom. New Yorkers, you can have one for seven dollars at The Strand.

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May 15th, 2010 / 1:31 pm