Exile - A poem by Hart Crane


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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 1 of 1, added on August 6th, 2007 at 9:39 AM. Hart Crane knew about passion. So few words, could say so much, about being separated from a lover. I sent this poem to my partner because this poem expresses how I feel when ever we are apart. Brenton Head from Australia More Comments >> Are you looking for more information on this poem? Perhaps you are trying to analyze it? The poem, Exile, has received one comment so far. Click here to read it, and perhaps post a comment of your own. Of course you can also always discuss poems by Hart Crane with others on the American Poems poetry forum!

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Poet: Hart Crane Poem: Exile Last read: May 8 2008, 4:25PM Viewed 2602 times. Added on August 6th, 2007 at 9:39 AM.

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