10/30/2025
(A narrative evocation of the last days of Harold Hart Crane, April 1932) The port of Veracruz seemed suspended between fever and silence. April breathed with a heavy heat, and the sea —a sheet of silver— reflected the ships and the shirtless, sweating men working on the docks. Hart Crane had been there for days, restless, with a damp notebook of verses and a waiting he dared not name....
(A narrative evocation of the last days of Harold Hart Crane, April 1932) The port of Veracruz seemed suspended between fever and silence. April breathed with a heavy heat, and the sea —a sheet of …