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

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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.

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