Harold Hart Crane

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

Exile - Poem by Harold Hart Crane

My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands, --
No, -- nor my lips freed laughter since 'farewell',
And with the day, distance again expands
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Comments about Exile by Harold Hart Crane

  • Veteran Poet - 1,310 Points Jasbir Chatterjee (7/7/2014 5:41:00 PM)

    yes, I agree, love endures... (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,043 Points Michelle Claus (7/7/2014 10:52:00 AM)

    The 2nd stanza; is hope-mystical. This is a midnight poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,292 Points Kevin Patrick (7/7/2012 7:06:00 PM)

    That secound stanza is so raw with passion it could make stone pulse with life. This man is yearning in his own prison and all he seeks is the one who confounded him there, havent we all been there. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 182 Points Karen Sinclair (7/7/2012 3:35:00 AM)

    Unusually delicate for a man and for that reason (to me) makes this express his adoration even more than normal.
    The title just marries this write wonderfully (exile) speaks volumes of Harolds solitude. I think the reason i appreciate this so much is he uses slightly unusual terms as opposed to the expected (my love and darling) writes....truly a rare little gem (Report) Reply








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