Hart Crane died very young, making this comment all the more poignant. And if we ‘wrote each poem’ or letter, or lived each day, as though it could be the last of our life?  Is there a way to do that at ease, without a sense of urgency?

‘Crane wrote each poem as though it could be the last of his life.’

Source: Harold Bloom (ed.), Till I End My Song, New York: HarperCollins, 2010, p. xxv