What is the theme of Hart Crane's "My Grandmother's Love Letters"?There are no stars to-night But those of memory. Yet how much room for memory...

What is the theme of Hart Crane's "My Grandmother's Love
Letters"?

There are no stars to-night But those of memory.
Yet how much room for memory there
is

In
the loose girdle of soft
rain.

There is even room
enough For the letters of my mother's mother, Elizabeth,
That have been pressed so long Into a
corner of the roof That they are brown and soft, And liable
to melt as
snow.

Over the greatIless
of such space Steps must be gentle. It is
all hung by an invisible
white hair. It trembles as birch limbs webbing the
air.

And I ask
myself:

"Are
your fingers long enough to play Old
keys that are but echoes:
Is the silence strong enough To carry
back the music to its source And back
to you
again

As though
to her?" Yet I would lead my
grandmother by the hand Through much
of what she would not understand; And
so I stumble. And the rain continues on the roof With such a
sound ofgently pitying
laughter.