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The term "palm of my hands" has been searched for 36 times on the American Poems site since January 7th, 2005.
Search Results: 4 poets and 25 poems matched this query.
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1. The Gift - written by Li-Young Lee
From Rose.
Published in 1986.
Read 3165 times on American Poems.
To pull the metal splinter from my palm
my father recited a story in a low voice.
I watched his lovely face and not the blade.
Before the story ended, he'd removed
the iron sliver I thought I'd die from.
I can't remember the tale,
but... (Read full poem)
2. A High-Toned Old Christian Woman - written by Wallace Stevens
Read 3162 times on American Poems.
Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
Take the moral law and make a nave of it
And from the nave build haunted heaven. Thus,
The conscience is converted into palms,
Like windy citherns hankering for hymns.
We agree in principle. That's clear. But... (Read full poem)
3. Written in a Volume of the Comtesse de Noailles - written by Alan Seeger
Read 332 times on American Poems.
Be my companion under cool arcades
That frame some drowsy street and dazzling square
Beyond whose flowers and palm-tree promenades
White belfries burn in the blue tropic air.
Lie near me in dim forests where the croon
Of wood-doves sounds... (Read full poem)
4. Ornithology for Beginners - written by Dorothy Parker
From Death and Taxes.
Published in 1931.
Read 4186 times on American Poems.
The bird that feeds from off my palm
Is sleek, affectionate, and calm,
But double, to me, is worth the thrush
A-flickering in the elder-bush.(Read full poem)
5. Cockroach - written by Anne Sexton
Read 7108 times on American Poems.
Roach, foulest of creatures,
who attacks with yellow teeth
and an army of cousins big as shoes,
you are lumps of coal that are mechanized
and when I turn on the light you scuttle
into the corners and there is this hiss upon the land.
Yet I know you... (Read full poem)
6. Lorena - written by Lucille Clifton
Read 534 times on American Poems.
it lay in my palm soft and trembled
as a new bird and i thought about
authority and how it always insisted
on itself, how it was master
of the man, how it measured him, never
was ignored or denied, and how it promised
there would be sweetness... (Read full poem)
7. The Space Heater - written by Sharon Olds
From The New Yorker.
Read 1352 times on American Poems.
On the then-below-zero day, it was on,
near the patients' chair, the old heater
kept by the analyst's couch, at the end,
like the infant's headstone that was added near the foot
of my father's grave. And it was hot, with the almost
laughing satire... (Read full poem)
8. White Hands - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel.
Published in 1922.
Read 1939 times on American Poems.
FOR the second time in a year this lady with the white hands is brought to the west room second floor of a famous sanatorium.
Her husband is a cornice manufacturer in an Iowa town and the lady has often read papers on Victorian poets before the... (Read full poem)
10. Clean Hands - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel.
Published in 1922.
Read 4097 times on American Poems.
IT is something to face the sun and know you are free.
To hold your head in the shafts of daylight slanting the earth
And know your heart has kept a promise and the blood runs clean:
It is something.
To go one day of your life among all men with... (Read full poem)
11. Death - written by Bill Knott
Read 1553 times on American Poems.
Going to sleep, I cross my hands on my chest.
They will place my hands like this.
It will look as though I am flying into myself.(Read full poem)
12. Civilization -- spurns -- the Leopard! - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
Published in 1955.
Read 2326 times on American Poems.
Civilization -- spurns -- the Leopard!
Was the Leopard -- bold?
Deserts -- never rebuked her Satin --
Ethiop -- her Gold --
Tawny -- her Customs --
She was Conscious --
Spotted -- her Dun Gown --
This was the Leopard's nature -- Signor --
Need -- a... (Read full poem)
13. As Adam, Early in the Morning. - written by Walt Whitman
From Leaves of Grass.
Published in 1900.
Read 3312 times on American Poems.
AS Adam, early in the morning,
Walking forth from the bower, refresh’d with sleep;
Behold me where I pass—hear my voice—approach,
Touch me—touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass;
Be not afraid of my Body. 5(Read full poem)
14. Letter Home - written by Natasha Trethewey
Read 1444 times on American Poems.
--New Orleans, November 1910
Four weeks have passed since I left, and still
I must write to you of no work. I've worn down
the soles and walked through the tightness
of my new shoes calling upon the merchants,
their offices bustling. All the... (Read full poem)
15. The Helmet - written by Philip Levine
Read 651 times on American Poems.
All the way
on the road to Gary
he could see
where the sky shone
just out of reach
and smell the rich
smell of work
as strong as money,
but when he got there
the night was over.
People were going
to work and back,
the sidewalks were... (Read full poem)
16. The House Of Dust: Part 03: 11: Conversation: Undertones - written by Conrad Aiken
From The House of Dust.
Published in 1917.
Read 947 times on American Poems.
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai?
You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me;
You smile a little. . . .Outside, the night goes by.
I walk alone in a forest of ghostly trees . . .
Your pale hands rest palm downwards on your knees.
'These... (Read full poem)
17. A Cry - written by Sara Teasdale
Read 7334 times on American Poems.
Oh, there are eyes that he can see,
And hands to make his hands rejoice,
But to my lover I must be
Only a voice.
Oh, there are breasts to bear his head,
And lips whereon his lips can lie,
But I must be till I am dead
Only a cry.(Read full poem)
18. With No Experience In Such Matters - written by Stephen Dunn
From Stephen Dunn -- New and Selected Poems 1974 - 1994.
Read 1159 times on American Poems.
To hold a damaged sparrow
under water until you feel it die
is to know a small something
about the mind; how, for example,
it blames the cat for the original crime,
how it wants praise for its better side.
And yet it's as human
as pulling the plug... (Read full poem)
19. Love And Death - written by Sara Teasdale
Read 3446 times on American Poems.
Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep,
And shall my soul that lies within your hand
Remember nothing, as the blowing sand
Forgets the palm where long blue shadows creep
When winds along the darkened desert sweep?
Or would it still remember,... (Read full poem)
20. Iseult of Brittany - written by Dorothy Parker
From Death and Taxes.
Published in 1931.
Read 2643 times on American Poems.
So delicate my hands, and long,
They might have been my pride.
And there were those to make them song
Who for their touch had died.
Too frail to cup a heart within,
Too soft to hold the free-
How long these lovely hands have been
A bitterness to me!(Read full poem)
21. The Fury Of Abandonment - written by Anne Sexton
Read 3421 times on American Poems.
Someone lives in a cave
eating his toes,
I know that much.
Someone little lives under a bush
pressing an empty Coca-Cola can against
his starving bloated stomac,
I know that much.
A monkey had his hands cut off
for a medical experiment
and his claws... (Read full poem)
22. Nomad Exquisite - written by Wallace Stevens
Read 1066 times on American Poems.
As the immense dew of Florida
Brings forth
The big-finned palm
And green vine angering for life,
As the immense dew of Florida
Brings forth hymn and hymn
From the beholder,
Beholding all these green sides
And gold sides of green sides,
And blessed... (Read full poem)
23. The Friend - written by Marge Piercy
Read 2613 times on American Poems.
We sat across the table.
he said, cut off your hands.
they are always poking at things.
they might touch me.
I said yes.
Food grew cold on the table.
he said, burn your body.
it is not clean and smells like sex.
it rubs my mind sore.
I said yes.
I... (Read full poem)
24. How Much Earth - written by Philip Levine
Read 556 times on American Poems.
Torn into light, you woke wriggling
on a woman's palm. Halved, quartered,
shredded to the wind, you were the life
that thrilled along the underbelly
of a stone. Stilled in the frozen pond
you rinsed heaven with a sigh.
How much earth is a... (Read full poem)
25. Intrusion - written by Denise Levertov
Read 879 times on American Poems.
After I had cut off my hands
and grown new ones
something my former hands had longed for
came and asked to be rocked.
After my plucked out eyes
had withered, and new ones grown
something my former eyes had wept for
came asking to be pitied.(Read full poem)
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