||My Grandmother's Love Letters
|Hart Crane (1889 - 1932)
began writing verse in his early teenage years, and though he never attended college, read regularly on his own, reading widely (e.g. Shakespeare,Vildrac, Laforgue, and Rimbaud). His major work, the book-length poem, The Bridge, expresses a vision of the historical and spiritual significance of America.
Hart Crane committed suicide in 1932.
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.
There is even room enough
For the letters of my mother