H Harry Crosby

Harry Crosby

36 şiir · 1898 — · Boston, Massachusetts

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From a family of rich New England bankers, Harry Crosby was born in 1898 in Boston, a poet who came to epitomize what Ernest Hemingway described as the Lost Generation. He was brought up in the exclusivity of the Back Bay area of the city and his uncle was then one of the richest men in America. He lived a privileged youth in a large mansion, delighting in throwing water bombs off the top story at visiting guests. Crosby was sent to public school and graduated from St Mark’s in 1917 while war raged across the Atlantic in Europe. Along with the likes of Hemingway, Cowley and Crane, he longed for something more exciting and on graduating left for France to serve in the American Field Service. He experienced action as an ambulance driver in the Battle of Verdun and his vehicle was hit by a shell that miraculously left him unharmed. Most of what followed of Crosby’s life stemmed from that moment when he almost lost it and, combined with his independent wealth, prompted him to lead the life of the consummate bon vivant. He was an inveterate womanizer, something he may have inherited off his father, and, on his return had a very public affair with the wife of Richard Peabody. He would later marry Polly who was almost 28 years his senior and, after a period in Boston, they moved to Paris and took part in the Bohemian lifestyle there. He wrote his first collection, Sonnets for Caresse, in 1925 which received favorable reviews. Two years later the couple set up the Black Sun Press which produced lavish productions of the works of authors such as Edgar Allen Poe but was also used to publish Crosby’s second collection Red Skeletons. His development began to move forward in Paris where he was able to mingle with the modernist artists and writers of the day. He read widely and developed an unhealthy interest in artists who had killed themselves. He and Polly also had a rather open relationship and they both had a number of extramarital affairs. In 1927 he wrote and revised his collection of journal entries, including more poems, into the first of his diaries under the title Shadows of the Sun. He produced two more collections of poetry including Chariot of the Sun and Transit of Venus that were published by his own company. He and Polly returned to America for a short while and he was both appalled and excited by what he saw as the vulgarity of New York and Boston with their advertisements lighting up the night sky. The couple went back to France in 1929 where Crosby began to take flying lessons that prompted him to write Aphrodite in Flight which compared handling a plane to making love to a woman. In December that year, Crosby was supposed to attend a dinner and play with friends but did not show up. When his apartment was searched he was found dead with a bullet wound in his head along with socialite Josephine Rotch who had also been shot. Crosby is believed to have killed Josephine and then turned the gun on himself. He was just 31 years old at the time.

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I exchange eyes with the Mad Queen. The mirror crashes against my face and bursts into a thousand suns. all over the city flags cracle and bang. Fog horns scream in the harbor. The…

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I think I understand you, Baudelaire, With all your strangeness and perverted ways, You whose fierce hatred of dull working days Led you to seek your macabre visions there…

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You've slipped from out your evening gown, you muse Before the polished lookingglass, a hand Unclasping frail corsage, while you peruse Your blushing charms. Your wayward eyes dema…

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Raymonde If it were not for you I would not be glad today And I would continue to dream…

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What is your feeling about the revolutionary spirit of your age, as expressed, for instance, in such movements as communism, surrealism, anarchism? The revolutionary spirit of our…

In scarlet tunic rare a concubine With subtle limbs, and breasts laid bare For me to kiss. Soft eyes that sadly shine A nubile maiden slave, intensely fair,…

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Moon of leaves, Moon of the falling leaves, To you I bring the slippers of the sun.…

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War was romantic in the days of old. The knight rode forth to battle unafraid, Wearing the favour of some royal maid Who loved him for his courage lionbold.…

what was the moment of coition like? come Zariba let down your gates turn turtle all you captives of the flesh…

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Mad day flags crackling in the dawn the sharp intensity of drink dentelleries thrown over the mill fire sun and candlelight and at midnight I squeeze the juice of the silver fruit…

I have invited our little seamstress to take her thread and needle and sew our two mouths together. I have asked the village blacksmith to forge golden chains to tie our ankles tog…

I would you were the hollow ship fashioned to bear the cargo of my love the unrelenting glove hurled in defiance at our blackest world…

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What heavens opened and blazed, What sisters virtuous, What arrows sprang to mark, The trees so terrible and dark,…

Remember Lot's wife How like a woman in a barren field No stronger than a flower Not born in shame…

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