Harold Hart Crane

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

Harold Hart Crane Poems

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