Here you will find the Poem Carrier Letter of poet Harold Hart Crane
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.
