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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
COLD HANDS WARM HEART, by KAREN SWENSON Poet's Biography First Line: Every winter friday Last Line: As the ice of ladyhood gloves my fingers. Subject(s): Cold; Dancing & Dancers | |||
Every winter Friday before dancing school my mother felt my hands, shaking her head as she pulled the white gloves of ladyhood over my icicle fingers. "Sit on them," she advised gently. So, in a straight-backed girl-chair facing the rigid boy-chairs across the waltz of the piano I sat on my numb hands fearful some little boy sweating the steps through cotton palms would discover he was clutching the shame of my ice-boned glove. My hands stayed frostbitten through those rituals of romance. And still in the winter months of life my hands turn to the season - twig knuckles creaking in the wind - as the ice of ladyhood gloves my fingers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAMED DANCER DIES OF PHOSPHORUS POISONING by RICHARD HOWARD ROSE AND MURRAY by CONRAD AIKEN A DANCER'S LIFE by DONALD JUSTICE DANCING WITH THE DOG by SUSAN KENNEDY SONG FROM A COUNTRY FAIR by LEONIE ADAMS THE CHILDREN DANCING by LAURENCE BINYON |
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