Annie Finch

Rookie (1956 / New Rochelle, New York)

A Valentine For Hands - Poem by Annie Finch

names, silence—quietest minutes
(building like rain or returning like seas)
since they have touched me, your warm hands have sown
gentlest sounds, touches and hours
(or, building like rain, turning, like seas)

(building like rain, or returning like seas)
ripples and springs—the shiniest rivers—
since they have known me your warm hands have gathered
smallest, most stars—happiest skies—
simplest—touched—sounding—hours

Topic(s) of this poem: love, valentine


Comments about A Valentine For Hands by Annie Finch

  • Ramesh T A (8/29/2015 8:29:00 AM)


    Sensuous human touches are like Nature's touches of forces we enjoy ever indeed! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 29, 2015



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