Finding the Words

Shared from A-Poem-A-Day at Poets.org, December 16, 2012
This Living Hand

Fresh Snow in Conneticut

Fresh Snow in Conneticut (Photo credit: Felix63)

by John Keats

This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calmed–see here it is–
I hold it towards you.

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About T A Smith

Just one of the literacy scholars on this site who wants to explore writing in all its complexities.
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4 Responses to Finding the Words

  1. ManicDdaily says:

    Beautiful poem. Thanks for posting. k.

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