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

Comments about Harold Hart Crane

  • James Mclain Is It Poetry James Mclain Is It Poetry (7/21/2016 10:59:00 AM)

    Frog's
    can't jump to high
    yet inevitably
    when a bird flies to low
    it hits the
    windshield of a car.. iip

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  • Engr. Moronfolu Kayode Damilare Engr. Moronfolu Kayode Damilare (5/18/2016 4:13:00 AM)

    The poem is a nice one

  • iain Robb (3/15/2014 5:59:00 AM)

    The greatest poet of the twentieth century, even given the genius of Yeats, and one of the most criminally overlooked artistic geniuses in the history of Western art.

  • Justin Gonzalez Justin Gonzalez (11/25/2012 4:43:00 AM)

    To me, there isn't enough mention of this great poet's name in this world. Luckily, James Franco made a movie about him and helped me discover this great poet. Tank you James, you've gained a lot of respect from me.

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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The Great Western Plains

The little voices of the prairie dogs
Are tireless . . .
They will give three hurrahs
Alike to stage, equestrian, and pullman,
And all unstingingly as to the moon.

And Fifi's bows and poodle ease
Whirl by them centred on the lap
Of Lottie Honeydew, movie queen,

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