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Nathalia Crane

Data de nascimento: 11. Agosto 1913
Data de falecimento: 22. Outubro 1998

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Nathalia Clara Ruth Crane was a poet and novelist who became famous as a child prodigy after the publication of her first book of poetry, The Janitor's Boy, written at age 10 and published two years later. Her poetry was first published in The New York Sun when she was only 9 years old, the paper unaware that she was a child. She was elected into the British Society of Authors, Playwrights, and Composers in 1925, written up in The American Mercury and later became a professor of English at San Diego State University.After the publication of her second volume of poetry, Lava Lane, poet Edwin Markham implied that the publications were probably a hoax, stating "It seems impossible to me that a girl so immature could have written these poems. They are beyond the powers of a girl of twelve. The sophisticated viewpoint of sex, ...knowledge of history and archeology found in these pages place them beyond the reach of any juvenile mind."Crane was dubbed "The Brooklyn Bard" by the time she was 13 and became part of the Louis Untermeyer poetry circle during her late teens, with Untermeyer contributing an introduction to her 1936 volume Swear by the Night & Other Poems. He was an early promoter of her work, stating, "some of the critics explained the work by insisting that the child was some sort of medium, an instrument unaware of what was played upon it; others, considering the book a hoax, scorned the fact that any child could have written verses so smooth in execution and so remarkable in spiritual overtones" and that "the appeal of such lines is not that they have been written by a child but by a poet."She is supposedly related to Stephen Crane, author of The Red Badge of Courage, and the "well-known publicist," Dr. Frank Crane.

Citações Nathalia Crane

„Once a pallid Vestal
Doubted truth in blue;
Listed red in ruin,
Harried every hue;“

—  Nathalia Crane
Context: p>Once a pallid Vestal Doubted truth in blue; Listed red in ruin, Harried every hue;Barricaded vision, Garbed herself in sighs; Ridiculed the birthmarks Of the butterflies.</p "The Vestal" <!-- p. 15 -->

„The starry brocade of the summer night
Is linked to us as part of our estate“

—  Nathalia Crane
Context: The starry brocade of the summer night Is linked to us as part of our estate; And every bee that wings its sidelong flight Assurance of a sweeter, fairer fate. "Tomorrow"

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„The sun shall shine in ages yet to be“

—  Nathalia Crane
Context: The sun shall shine in ages yet to be, The musing moon illumine pastures dim, And afterwards a new nativity For all who slept the dreamless interim. "Tomorrow" <!-- p. 41 -->

„Barricaded vision,
Garbed herself in sighs;
Ridiculed the birthmarks
Of the butterflies.“

—  Nathalia Crane
Context: p>Once a pallid Vestal Doubted truth in blue; Listed red in ruin, Harried every hue;Barricaded vision, Garbed herself in sighs; Ridiculed the birthmarks Of the butterflies.</p "The Vestal" <!-- p. 15 -->

„They lower pails from heaven's walls to catch the milk-maids mirth.“

—  Nathalia Crane
Context: p>A precious place is Paradise and none may know its worth, But Eden ever longeth for the knicknacks of the earth.The angels grow quite wistful over worldly things below; They hear the hurdy-gurdies in the Candle Makers Row.They listen for the laughter from the antics of the earth; They lower pails from heaven's walls to catch the milk-maids mirth.</p "Prescience" <!-- p. 18 -->

„Wore it in a churchyard,
All arrayed with care;
And a painted rainbow
Shone above her there.“

—  Nathalia Crane
Context: p>Finally she faltered; Saw at last, forsooth, Every gaudy color Is a bit of truth. Then the gates were opened; Miracles were seen; That instructed damsel Donned a gown of green;Wore it in a churchyard, All arrayed with care; And a painted rainbow Shone above her there.</p "The Vestal"

„Their language runs to circles like the language of the eyes,
Emphasised by strange dilations with little panting sighs.“

—  Nathalia Crane
Context: p>The sign work of the Orient it runneth up and down; The Talmud stalks from right to left, a rabbi in a gown;The Roman rolls from left to right from Maytime unto May; But the gods shake up their symbols in an absent-minded way.Their language runs to circles like the language of the eyes, Emphasised by strange dilations with little panting sighs.</p "The Symbols"

„There is a glory
In a great mistake.“

—  Nathalia Crane
Context: p>Let go the lure The striving to unmake;Behold the truth Whenever heart may ache There is a glory In a great mistake.</p "Imperfection"

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„The very serpents bite their tails; the bees forget to sting,
For a language so celestial setteth up a wondering.“

—  Nathalia Crane
Context: p>The very serpents bite their tails; the bees forget to sting, For a language so celestial setteth up a wondering.And the touch of absent mindedness is more than any line, Since direction counts for nothing when the gods set up a sign.</p "The Symbols"

„Treating the sword blade the same as the staff,
Turning the chariot wheel into chaff.“

—  Nathalia Crane
Context: Treating the sword blade the same as the staff, Turning the chariot wheel into chaff. Toppling a pillar and nudging a wall, Building a sand pile to counter each fall. Yielding to nothing — not even the rose, The dust has its reasons wherever it goes. "The Dust" <!-- p. 23 -->

„A precious place is Paradise and none may know its worth,
But Eden ever longeth for the knicknacks of the earth.“

—  Nathalia Crane
Context: p>A precious place is Paradise and none may know its worth, But Eden ever longeth for the knicknacks of the earth.The angels grow quite wistful over worldly things below; They hear the hurdy-gurdies in the Candle Makers Row.They listen for the laughter from the antics of the earth; They lower pails from heaven's walls to catch the milk-maids mirth.</p "Prescience" <!-- p. 18 -->

„The gods released a vision on a world forespent and dull;
They sent it as a challenge by the sea hawk and the gull.“

—  Nathalia Crane
Context: The gods released a vision on a world forespent and dull; They sent it as a challenge by the sea hawk and the gull.It roused the Norman eagerness, the Albion cliffs turned red: "You fly the wings of logic — can you fly the wings of lead?

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„The Roman rolls from left to right from Maytime unto May;
But the gods shake up their symbols in an absent-minded way.“

—  Nathalia Crane
Context: p>The sign work of the Orient it runneth up and down; The Talmud stalks from right to left, a rabbi in a gown;The Roman rolls from left to right from Maytime unto May; But the gods shake up their symbols in an absent-minded way.Their language runs to circles like the language of the eyes, Emphasised by strange dilations with little panting sighs.</p "The Symbols"

„Yielding to nothing — not even the rose,
The dust has its reasons wherever it goes.“

—  Nathalia Crane
Context: Treating the sword blade the same as the staff, Turning the chariot wheel into chaff. Toppling a pillar and nudging a wall, Building a sand pile to counter each fall. Yielding to nothing — not even the rose, The dust has its reasons wherever it goes. "The Dust" <!-- p. 23 -->

„That instructed damsel
Donned a gown of green;“

—  Nathalia Crane
Context: p>Finally she faltered; Saw at last, forsooth, Every gaudy color Is a bit of truth. Then the gates were opened; Miracles were seen; That instructed damsel Donned a gown of green;Wore it in a churchyard, All arrayed with care; And a painted rainbow Shone above her there.</p "The Vestal"

„Every gaudy color
Is a bit of truth.“

—  Nathalia Crane
Context: p>Finally she faltered; Saw at last, forsooth, Every gaudy color Is a bit of truth. Then the gates were opened; Miracles were seen; That instructed damsel Donned a gown of green;Wore it in a churchyard, All arrayed with care; And a painted rainbow Shone above her there.</p "The Vestal"

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