The best review of the poetry of Hart Crane would be to give word for word the excellent study by Allen Tare which stands as foreword to this strange, bewildering, and in many ways impressive volume. Such a review might be supplemented by the expository and laudatory remarks of Waldo Frank in a recent issue of the New Republic, and, even more pointedly, by the explanatory statements of Hart Crane himself, made by way of reply to a criticism of Harriet Monroe in the October 1926 number of Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. That a reviewer finds himself compelled to refer to such documents is, however, an implied commentary on the work of Hart Crane, and signifies that a critical approach is difficult.
I begin by taking some lines from Crane "The Marriage of Faustus and Helen", which has been praised by these and other authorities as one of the important poems of this generation:
Capped arbiter of beauty in this street
That narrows darkly into motor dawn,
You, here beside me, delicate ambassador
Of intricate slain numbers that arise
In whispers, naked of steel; religious gunman!
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