tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31506255.post3108014207655890090..comments2023-06-28T09:28:29.887-04:00Comments on Sandra in SW VA: HandsSandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00920755978369758098noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31506255.post-61872977639642865862008-03-11T22:29:00.000-04:002008-03-11T22:29:00.000-04:00My first story from Winesburg,Ohio was "Paper Pill...My first story from Winesburg,Ohio was "Paper Pills" in high school.<BR/><BR/>To staunch a consented wound after reading "Hands" I looked up Hart Crane's <BR/><BR/>"Episode of Hands"(1920)<BR/><BR/>The unexpected interest made him flush,<BR/>Suddenly he seemed to forget the pain,--<BR/>Consented,--and held out<BR/>One finger from the others.<BR/><BR/>The gash was bleeding, and a shaft of sun <BR/>That glittered in and out of the wheels,<BR/>Fell lightly, warmly, down into the wound.<BR/><BR/>And as the fingers of the factory owner's son,<BR/>That knew a grip for books and tennis<BR/>As well as one for iron and leather,--<BR/>As his taut, spare fingers wound the gauze<BR/>Around the thick bed of the wound,<BR/>His own hands seemed to him<BR/>Like wings of butterflies<BR/>Flickering in sunlight over summer fields.<BR/><BR/>The knots and notches,--many in the wide<BR/>Deep hand that lay in his,--seemed beautiful.<BR/>They were like the marks of wild ponies' play,--<BR/>Bunches of new green breaking a hard turf.<BR/><BR/>And factory sounds and factory thoughts<BR/>Were banished from him by that larger, quieter hand<BR/>That lay in his with the sun upon it.<BR/>And as the bandaged knot was tightened<BR/>The two men smiled into each other's eyes.Σφιγξhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12301686537904757040noreply@blogger.com