Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, DIAL-HANDS, by SAINT-PAUL ROUX


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First Line: Index and thumb come from the invisible arm thrust from a shoulder
Last Line: Die.
Alternate Author Name(s): Roux, Paul Pierr
Subject(s): Future Life; Hands; Thumbs; Retribution; Eternity; After Life


Index and thumb come from the invisible arm thrust from a shoulder of Eternity,
what does your urgent gesture mean to me?

That your question with plumes of gold, but springing bold from the bright vase
whence phrases wing, henceforth has plumes of white; for the hour now agleam
already shares the dream.

Index and thumb come from the invisible arm thrust from a shoulder of Eternity,
what does your cruel gesture mean to me?

That heavy the woe where your spirit is prey! that slight is the joy where your
heart is the flower! Yet you may watch the hour from that bee to that wolf-bitch
run, till your life is as dry as a leathern flask left to bask in the sun.

Index and thumb come from the invisible arm thrust from a shoulder of Eternity,
what does your solemn gesture mean to me?

That a tombstone guards the lone, waiting maw whereto, on whatso terms, you draw
where gnaw the soft and mobile teeth that we call worms.

Index and thumb come from the invisible arm thrust from a shoulder of Eternity,
what does your paternal gesture mean to me?

That everything dies but the work, poet, and you must try to find the form to
give your dust at the mercy of future winds, must try, if you would not wholly
die.





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