National Poetry Month: April 9th

April 9, 2016

“This living hand, now warm and capable” by John Keats

This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calm’d-see here it is-
I hold it towards you.

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This poem was selected by Ben R. (Adult Services Librarian)

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