Harold Hart Crane

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

Harold Hart Crane Poems

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

We will make our meek adjustments,
Contented with such random consolations
As the wind deposits
In slithered and too ample pockets.

For we can still love the world, who find
A famished kitten on the step, and know
Recesses for it from the fury of the street,
Or warm torn elbow coverts.

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