<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428452" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love for a Hand</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two hands lie still, the hairy and the white,<br>And soon down ladders of reflected light<br>The sleepers climb in silence. Gradually<br>They separate on paths of long ago,<br>Each winding on his arm the unpleasant clew<br>That leads, live as a nerve, to memory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But often when too steep her dream descends,<br>Perhaps to the grotto where her father bends<br>To pick her up, the husband wakes as though<br>He had forgotten something in the house.<br>Motionless he eyes the room that glows<br>With the little animals of light that prowl</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This way and that. Soft are the beasts of light<br>But softer still her hand that drifts so white<br>Upon the whiteness. How like a water-plant<br>It floats upon the black canal of sleep,<br>Suspended upward from the distant deep<br>In pure achievement of its lovely want!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quietly then he plucks it and it folds<br>And is again a hand, small as a child's.<br>He would revive it but it barely stirs<br>And so he carries it off a little way<br>And breaks it open gently. Now he can see<br>The sweetness of the fruit, his hand eats hers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Karl+Shapiro">Karl Shapiro</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428452" data-title="Love for a Hand de Karl Shapiro" data-description="Two hands lie still, the hairy and the white, And soon down ladders of reflected light The sleepers climb in silence. Gradually They separate on paths of long ago, Each winding on his arm the unpleasant clew That leads, live as a nerve, to memory...."></div> </div> </div>

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