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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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Poet: Hart Crane
Poem: Exile

Comment 55 of 55, added on March 4th, 2017 at 5:19 PM.
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Comment 54 of 55, added on February 1st, 2017 at 8:40 AM.
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