Love
Intrigue III. Ah, God, the way your little finger moved
From War Is Kind (1899)
Love
Ah, God, the way your little finger moved,
As you thrust a bare arm backward
And made play with your hair
And a comb, a silly gilt comb
--Ah, God--that I should suffer
Because of the way a little finger moved.
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MLA
Crane, Stephen. “Intrigue III. Ah, God, the way your little finger moved.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/crane/96/.
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Crane, Stephen. “Intrigue III. Ah, God, the way your little finger moved.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/crane/96/.
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