Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EXILE, by HAROLD HART CRANE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands Last Line: Set in the tryst-ring has but worn more bright. Alternate Author Name(s): Crane, Hart Subject(s): Absence; Love; Separation; Isolation | ||||||||
(after the Chinese) 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 cling about my heart each night With surging gentleness, and the blue stone Set in the tryst-ring has but worn more bright. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EVENING OF THE MIND by DONALD JUSTICE CHRISTMAS AWAY FROM HOME by JANE KENYON THE PROBLEM by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MAN by DAVID LEHMAN THIS UNMENTIONABLE FEELING by DAVID LEHMAN EPISODE OF HANDS by HAROLD HART CRANE FORGETFULNESS by HAROLD HART CRANE PRAISE FOR AN URN; IN MEMORIAM: ERNEST NELSON by HAROLD HART CRANE |
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