In a dream I saw Spicer's body hanging from a hundred feet of clothesline rope under the Golden Gate. Ask Weldon Kees and Lew Welch to make contact, if alive or not. Crane's jump in all things, a raincoat, borrowed. When I fish the Marquesas every year I say to the passing fish, have you seen Crane's bones? How deep and where do they lie and are they drawn together or spread and are they peaceful on the bottom? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILLIAM P. FRYE [FEBRUARY 28, 1915] by JEANNE ROBERT FOSTER NOVEMBER BLUE by ALICE MEYNELL A CALIFORNIA CHRISTMAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: JULY by EDMUND SPENSER TO DEATH OF HIS LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON |