Fear
By Hart Crane
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,
Friends! No,— it is not fright...
But hold me... somewhere I heard demands...
And on the window licks the night.
Wolves
Inspired by Hart Crane’s “Fear”
By Joe Harris
The man says that everything is
all right
and soldiers surrounding us
gives comfort;
The song of the soldiers is
cheerful and joyful,
But following us is a pack of
wolves.
Load the weapons…form a circle
around us,
Nice wolves! No, it is not
fright…
But keep at tight circle around
us…somewhere I hear growling…
And behind us is a pack of
wolves.
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Interior
By Hart Crane
It sheds a shy solemnity,
This lamp in our poor room.
O grey and gold amenity, --
Silence and gentle gloom!
Wide from the world, a stolen hour
We claim, and none may know
How love blooms like a tardy flower
Here in the day's after-glow.
And even should the world break in
With jealous threat and guile,
The world, at last, must bow and win
Our pity and a smile.
Fire
By Joe Harris
Inspired by Hart Crane’s
“Interior”
It gives comfort,
The glow of the fire.
Orange and blue flame,
Crackling and giving warmth!
Hidden, tucked away
Wood burns, leaving ashes for
people to see
The flame leaps as wood goes on
Light is shed to the dark
Here in the night
And even if it goes out
From the coldhearted wind
The coals are still there
Still glowing
The wind at last must loose
Our warmth and comfort
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