Thursday, January 12, 2012

Voyages I Comments

Rating: 4.4

Above the fresh ruffles of the surf
Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand.
They have contrived a conquest for shell shucks,
And their fingers crumble fragments of baked weed
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Harold Hart Crane
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A. S.h. 01 November 2015

This is only part one of the long poem Voyages. It's not great to present it split up like this. Readers new to it may not know to click next poem in order to continue. And it is certainly not a sonnet.

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John Richter 13 May 2015

The world according to urchins.... Never been a fan of modern poetry where words are often used only for their auditorial aesthetic value and not their meanings.... As in real life beauty never replaces substance. Not when something really matters, really counts. The literal translation of the words in this poem - as I understand them - is that urchins are reporting that there are children - bound by ropes (cordage) - and resting on the bottom of the sea. Where they are obviously dead. Was that Crane's intention? With modern poetry - who knows? His intention might have simply been wow, these words look really cool next to one another.

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