Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HANDS, by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The little hands too soft and white Last Line: Dear hands, that you were mine one night! Subject(s): Hands | ||||||||
The little hands too soft and white To have known more laborious hours Than those which die upon a night Of kindling wine and fading flowers; The little hands that I have kissed, Finger by finger, to the tips, And delicately about each wrist Have set a bracelet with my lips; Dear soft white little morbid hands, Mine all one night, with what delight Shall I recall in other lands, Dear hands, that you were mine one night! | 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 NERVES by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS |
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