Description
After the following poem by American Poet Hart Crane from 1933:
We make our meek adjustments,
Contented with such random consolations
As the wind deposits
In slithered and too ample pockets.
For we can still love the world, who find
A famished kitten on the step, and know
Recesses for it from the fury of the street,
Or warm torn elbow coverts…
A famished kitten on the step, and know
Recesses for it from the fury of the street,
Or warm torn elbow coverts…