Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс))

Hands

The little hands too soft and white
To have known more laborious hours
Than those which die upon a night
Of kindling wine and fading flowers;

The little hands that I have kissed,
Finger by finger, to the tips,
And delicately about each wrist
Have set a bracelet with my lips;

Dear soft white little morbid hands,
Mine all one night, with what delight
Shall I recall in other lands,
Dear hands, that you were mine one night! 

1. The Andante of Snakes
2. The Beggars
3. Sponsa Dei
4. Mater Liliarum
5. At Glan-y-Wern

Archibald MacLeish (Арчибальд Маклиш) Hands ("Emperors, prophets, priests, named one by one")

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