And so it was I entered the broken world,
to trace the visionary company of love, its voice
an instant in the wind (I know not whither hurled)
But not for long to hold each desperate choice.
to trace the visionary company of love, its voice
an instant in the wind (I know not whither hurled)
But not for long to hold each desperate choice.
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| — | Hart Crane, The Broken Tower |
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