하트 크레인의 시집 The Bridge 중에서 How many dawns, chill from his rippling restThe seagull’s wings shall dip and pivot him,Shedding white rings of tumult, building highOver the chained bay waters Liberty– Then, with inviolate curve, forsake our eyesAs apparitional as sails that crossSome page of figures to be filed away;–Till elevators drop us from our day . . .…
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