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Exile

Rating: 3.7

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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* Sunprincess * 31 March 2016

...........very nice and wonderful when someone knows exactly what brings them happiness ?

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Jasbir Chatterjee 07 July 2014

yes, I agree, love endures...

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Michelle Claus 07 July 2014

The 2nd stanza; is hope-mystical. This is a midnight poem.

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Kevin Patrick 07 July 2012

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.

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Karen Sinclair 07 July 2012

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

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