I love your hands: They are big hands, firm hands, gentle hands; Hair grows on the back near the wrist .... I have seen the nails broken and stained From hard work. And yet, when you touch me, I grow small ...... and quiet ...... ............. And happy ......... If I might only grow small enough To curl up into the hollow of your palm, Your left palm, Curl up, lie close and cling, So that I might know myself always there, ............. Even if you forgot. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEMOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ON THE BUST OF HELEN BY CANOVA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A LINE-STORM SONG by ROBERT FROST SONNET ON FAME (2) by JOHN KEATS SUNDAY UP THE RIVER: 15 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) SAN GABRIEL by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN THE SEAGULL by HERBERT BASHFORD |