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Harold Hart Crane - Carrier Letter
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My hands have not touched water since your hands, -
No; - nor my lips freed laughter since `farewell`.
And with the day, distance again expands
Between us, voiceless as an uncoiled shell.

Yet, - much follows, much endures… Trust birds alone:
A dove`s wings clung about my heart last night
With surging gentleness; and the blue stone
Set in the tryst-ring has but worn more bright.
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