Poesi på en söndag

Hart Crane dog ung. Den 27 april år 1932 kastade han sig i havet, "275 miles north of Havana.". Då var Crane bara 32 år gammal.

Fear

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.