Harold Hart Crane

(21 July 1899 – 27 April 1932 / Garrettsville, Ohio)

Harold Hart Crane Poems

1. The Hurricane 12/12/2015
2. Voyages Iv 4/5/2010
3. Voyages V 4/5/2010
4. The Bridge: Quaker Hill 1/12/2012
5. Voyages Iii 4/5/2010
6. The Bridge: Cutty Sark 1/12/2012
7. Voyages Vi 4/5/2010
8. The Air Plant 1/12/2012
9. To Brooklyn Bridge 4/20/2012
10. The Bridge: The Dance 4/5/2010
11. Voyages Ii 1/1/2004
12. The Bridge: The Tunnel 4/5/2010
13. Recitative 4/5/2010
14. Southern Cross 4/5/2010
15. Quaker Hill 4/5/2010
16. O Carib Isle! 4/5/2010
17. For The Marriage Of Faustus And Helen 4/5/2010
18. The Bridge: To Brooklyn Bridge 1/1/2004
19. The Bridge: Atlantis 4/5/2010
20. Carrier Letter 4/5/2010
21. To Emily Dickinson 1/1/2004
22. North Labrador 4/5/2010
23. Fear 4/5/2010
24. Voyages I 1/12/2012
25. Repose Of Rivers 4/5/2010
26. The Visible, The Untrue 4/5/2010
27. A Name For All 4/5/2010
28. The Great Western Plains 1/1/2004
29. Interior 1/1/2004
30. Carmen De Boheme 1/1/2004
31. My Grandmother's Love Letters 4/5/2010
32. Passage 4/5/2010
33. Legend 1/1/2004
34. At Melville's Tomb 1/1/2004
35. Forgetfulness 1/1/2004
36. The Broken Tower 4/5/2010
37. Chaplinesque 1/1/2004
38. Exile 1/1/2004
Best Poem of 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.

Read the full of Exile

Chaplinesque

We will make our meek adjustments,
Contented with such random consolations
As the wind deposits
In slithered and too ample pockets.

For we can still love the world, who find
A famished kitten on the step, and know
Recesses for it from the fury of the street,
Or warm torn elbow coverts.

[Report Error]