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.
Exile
Harold Hart Crane
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Poem topics: alone, farewell, heart, laughter, night, pleasure, blue, bright, dove, stone, Valentine's Day, distance, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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