Hart Crane
Hart Crane, 1899-1932


North Labrador

A land of leaning ice

Hugged by plaster-grey arches of sky,

Flings itself silently

Into eternity.


“Has no one come here to win you,

Or left you with the faintest blush

Upon your glittering breasts?

Have you no memories, O Darkly Bright?”


Cold-hushed, there is only the shifting moments

That journey toward the Spring—

No birth, no death, no time nor sun

In answer.




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“North Labrador” composed in September 1917
and first published in November 1919

It also appeared in Crane’s 
White Buildings (1926)


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