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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 no Spring -
No birth, no death, no time nor sun
In answer.
poem
by
Harold Hart Crane
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