Original poem reprinted online here: "Exile" by Hart Crane Originally read: July 7, 2013 More information about the Poet: Hart Crane Quatrains. ABAB rhyme scheme. I don't know when this poem was written in Hart Crane's career. I want to assume early, and this is because the style is so forward and easily read here which caught me off guard. I'm used to Hart Crane poems like "For the Marriage of Faustus and Helen" and "The Bridge" which are heavily allusive pieces not only through myth, and pop culture, but also within the multiple meanings of words as well. But with this poem, there are big things that are hidden or rather in a state of exile -- the subject, the speaker -- but the language is very forthcoming. "My hands have not touched pleasure since your hand, -- / No, -- nor my lips freed laughter since 'farewell.'" There's not tricks in these lines, maybe the punctuation with the double dashes which, around ...
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