He's like Hemingway on verse. I love his style, imagery and ideas. Here's an excerpt from "Hart Crane in the Islands":
He kept a rum bottle on the mahogany desk. All day, the rhythm, like calibrated pistons pumping, [..]
and the smoke and lachrymae of the Americas into his blue estuary.
Mornings spent on the sun dazzled shore. Late afternoons peeling mangos in an esplanade beneath
the green shade of trees; and then, slowly, the colors of the aquatic dusk. [...]
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