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by Hart Crane
Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge1 The dice2 of drowned men's bones he saw bequeath An embassy. Their numbers as he watched, Beat on the dusty shore and were obscured. And wrecks3 passed without sound of bells, The calyx of death's bounty4 giving back A scattered5 chapter, livid hieroglyph6, The portent7 wound in corridors of shells. Then in the circuit calm of one vast coil, Its lashings charmed and malice8 reconciled, Frosted eyes there were that lifted altars; And silent answers crept across the stars. Compass, quadrant and sextant contrive9 No farther tides . . . High in the azure10 steeps 点击收听单词发音
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