Harold Hart Crane

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

Harold Hart Crane Poems

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

You who desired so much--in vain to ask--
Yet fed you hunger like an endless task,
Dared dignify the labor, bless the quest--
Achieved that stillness ultimately best,

Being, of all, least sought for: Emily, hear!
O sweet, dead Silencer, most suddenly clear
When singing that Eternity possessed
And plundered momently in every breast;

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