Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, HANDS, by JOHN FREEMAN


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First Line: Your hands, your hands
Last Line: "and all past joy and future is summed in this great ""now!"
Subject(s): Love; Presence


YOUR hands, your hands,
Fall upon mine as waves upon the sands.
O, soft as moonlight on the evening rose,
That but to moonlight will its sweet unclose,
Your hands, your hands,
Fall upon mine, and my hands open as
That evening primrose opens when the hot hours pass.

Your hands, your hands,
They are like towers that in far southern lands
Look at pale dawn over gloom-valley'd miles,
White temple towers that gleam through mist at whiles.
Your hands, your hands,
With the south wind fall kissing on my brow,
And all past joy and future is summed in this great "Now!"





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