In "Suicide Off Egg Rock" Sylvia writes:
Sun struck the water like a damnation.
In "Voyages I" Hart Crane writes:
The sun beats lightning on the waves . . . .
Someone pointed out (Acharya S?) that the path sunlight makes on water may have been the origin of the story of Christ walking on same.
In 1926, Crane ended a poem with the line:
The bottom of the sea is cruel.
In 1932 he drowned himself, going off the stern of a ship en route from Mexico to New York, his expenses having been covered by a Guggenheim fellowship, the boats lowered to look for him coming up empty.
And reading Sylvie is a gas. Nothin' says lovin' like something from the oven. She could have been a warm writer had she wanted. She wrote:
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
She had no match.
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