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Adrienne Rich - Twenty-One Love Poems VI
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	VI
	
Your small hands, precisely equal to my own—
	only the thumb is larger, longer—in these hands
	I could trust the world, or in many hands like these,
	handling power-tools or steering-wheel
	or touching a human face… Such hands could turn
	the unborn child rightways in the birth canal
	or pilot the exploratory rescue-ship
	through icebergs, or piece together
	the fine, needle-like sherds of a great krater-cup
	bearing on its sides
	figures of ecstatic women striding
	to the sibyl’s den or the Eleusinian cave—
	such hands might carry out an unavoidable violence
	with such restraint, with such a grasp
	of the range and limits of violence
	that violence ever after would be obsolete.
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
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