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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY WISH, by JESSIE FARNHAM
First Line: Reaching for stars that turn out to be brands
Last Line: I wish that my poor hands could reach forth again.
Subject(s): Wishes
First Line: Reaching for stars that turn out to be brands
Last Line: I wish that my poor hands could reach forth again.
Subject(s): Wishes
Reaching for stars that turn out to be brands
Of fire that burn both my heart and my hands,
Warning me never to reach forth again,
Clutching beyond human boundary or ken.
Well worth being burned if I only could hold
Tight to my dreams until they have grown cold;
What if I carry scars seared by hot embers
Leaving my heart something it long remembers?
And traveling back down that memorable lane,
I wish that my poor hands could reach forth again.
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