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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BIANCA: 4. HANDS, by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Your hands cling softly, like a cat
Last Line: In the suspensions of your heart.
Subject(s): Hands
First Line: Your hands cling softly, like a cat
Last Line: In the suspensions of your heart.
Subject(s): Hands
Your hands cling softly, like a cat,
Whose loving little paws will pat
The loving hands caressing her;
And like the velvet warmth of fur
Your soft and glowing palms compress
Desire into their daintiness.
Hold me, enfold me, let me rain
Roses of kisses on my chain;
The throbbing of your finger-tips
Is rarer to me than your lips,
And your slow purple pulse that beats
Against my mouth in heavier heats,
Dearer, almost, than the unrest
Of your dear, hesitating breast,
That calls me, and denies me part
In the suspensions of your heart.
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