Going on four (4) years. I think the time is almost ripe for an Incognita poem. :)

"Hart Crane, the poet of White Buildings and The Bridge, died in the belief that he was a failure, that the poetry he devoted his life to creating was without merit. “My Word I poured. But was it cognate [...]? Crane asks in “The Broken Tower”: did my poetry share the power of the church bells? was it of their strain? could it, too, provoke and summon the hearts of men?
PHILIP CLARK, Paul Mariani’s The Broken Tower: The Life Of Hart Crane          http://philiphclark.com/paul-marianis-the-broken-tower-the-life-of-hart-crane