Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HANDS, by HENRY SPIESS Poet's Biography First Line: Hands that in my dream I see Last Line: And I wait and wait. . . . Subject(s): Fingers; Hallucinations And Illusions; Hands | ||||||||
HANDS that in my dream I see Beckoning me like a star The brief rose have promised me And the lily far. Hands that I have longed to hold For their gestures magical, Rings have worn of ancient gold On their fingers small. Hands which so I need to bless Throbbing mouth and fevered eyes, Sweeter than soft lips caress And in gentler wise. When I thought I watched them pass Ever life the doubt has seen, And they have, perhaps, alas, Never truly been. Yet because I dreamed of them Long ago and late, Faithful I have been to them And I wait and wait. . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY FATHER, MY HANDS by RICHARD BLANCO MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS I WAS BORN WITH TWELVE FINGERS by LUCILLE CLIFTON TEN OXHERDING PICTURES: A MEDITATION by LUCILLE CLIFTON FIFTH GRADE AUTOBIOGRAPHY by RITA DOVE THE TYPICAL HAND by ELENI SIKELIANOS THE CARPENTER by PRIMUS ST. JOHN |
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