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Exile

My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands, —No, — nor my lips freed laughter since 'farewell',

And with the day, distance again

Voiceless between us, as an uncoiled shell.

Yet, love endures, though starving and alone.

A dove's wings clung about my heart each

With surging gentleness, and the blue

Set in the tryst-ring has but worn more bright.

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Harold Hart Crane

Harold Hart Crane (July 21, 1899 – April 27, 1932) was an American poet. Provoked and inspired by T. S. Eliot, Crane wrote modernist poetry that…

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