Harold Hart Crane (21 July 1899 – 27 April 1932 / Garrettsville, Ohio)
Comments about Harold Hart Crane
Exile
My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands, --
No, -- nor my lips freed laughter since 'farewell',
And with the day, distance again expands
Voiceless between us, as an uncoiled shell.
Yet, love endures, though starving and alone.
A dove's wings clung about my heart each night
With surging gentleness, and the blue stone
Set in the tryst-ring has but worn more bright.

To me, there isn't enough mention of this great poet's name in this world. Luckily, James Franco made a movie about him and helped me discover this great poet. Tank you James, you've gained a lot of respect from me.