Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SURGEON'S HANDS, by IDA NORTON MUNSON First Line: His face? I know not whether it be fair Last Line: As though the hands of christ had served and blest. Subject(s): Jesus Christ; Surgery | ||||||||
His face? I know not whether it be fair, Or lined and grayed to mark the slipping years. His eyes? I do not glimpse the pity there, Or try to probe their depths for hopes and fears. Only upon his wondrous hands I gaze, And search my memory through so fittingly To voice their loveliness. In still amaze I bow before their quiet dignity. They make the crooked straight and heal old sores; The blind to see, the war-torn clean and whole. Throughout the suffering world they touch the doors That open wide to life. The bitter bowl Of pain they sweeten till the weary rest, As though the hands of Christ had served and blest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR H. V. (1901-1927) by WELDON KEES OUTSIDE THE OPERATING ROOM OF THE SEX-CHANGE DOCTOR by SHARON OLDS SONG FOR MY LOVER: 11. A MEDICAL STUDENT LEARNS LOVE AND DEA by RAFAEL CAMPO SONG FOR MY LOVER: 13. TOWARDS CURING AIDS by RAFAEL CAMPO AN AMERICAN BEAUTY; FOR ANN LONDON by CAROLYN KIZER SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PAULINE BARRETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OLD CHURCH PEW by IDA NORTON MUNSON |
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