tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22982975.post114488861910154152..comments2023-08-08T05:08:40.089-07:00Comments on A P e e k o f R e a c h: Crane TheoryMorgan Lucas Schuldthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01367129847602305453noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22982975.post-1144989898204630282006-04-13T21:44:00.000-07:002006-04-13T21:44:00.000-07:00Yea, that, or any of his other poems. Or yours. ...Yea, that, or any of his other poems. Or yours. Or mine, for that matter.Morgan Lucas Schuldthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01367129847602305453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22982975.post-1144972710757169342006-04-13T16:58:00.000-07:002006-04-13T16:58:00.000-07:00Crane's stab at truth?...The HiveUp the chasm wall...Crane's stab at truth?...<BR/><BR/>The Hive<BR/>Up the chasm walls of my bleeding heart/ Humanity pecks, claws, sobs, and climbs;/ Up the inside, and over every part/ Of the hive of the world that is my heart./ And of all the sowing, and all the tear-tendering,/ And reaping, have mercy and love issued forth./ Mercy, white milk, and honey, gold love--/ And I watch and say, "These the anguish are worth."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com