Fear - A poem by Hart Crane

The host, he says that all is well And the fire-wood glow is bright; The food has a warm and tempting smell,— But on the window licks the night. Pile on the logs... Give me your hands, Friends! No,— it is not fright... But hold me... somewhere I heard demands... And on the window licks the night.

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Guenstige Fluege Nach New York 2011
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Guenstige Fluege Nach New York 2011

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