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Claire's Poetry Corner | Oct 15

Consider the Hands that Write this Letter

by Aracelis Girmay

Consider the hands

that write this letter.

Left palm pressed flat against paper,

as we have done before, over my heart,

in peace or reverence to the sea,

some beautiful thing

I saw once, felt once: snow falling

like rice flung from the giants' wedding,

or strangest of strange birds. & consider, then,

the right hand, & how it is a fist,

within which a sharpened utensil,

similar to the way I've held a spade,

the horse's reins, loping, the very fists

I've seen from roads through Limay & Estelí.

For years, I have come to sit this way:

one hand open, one hand closed,

like a farmer who puts down seeds & gathers up;

food will come from that farming.

Or, yes, it is like the way I've danced

with my left hand opened around a shoulder,

my right hand closed inside

of another hand. & how I pray,

I pray for this to be my way: sweet

work alluded to in the body's position to its paper:

left hand, right hand

like an open eye, an eye closed:

one hand flat against the trapdoor,

the other hand knocking, knocking.



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