National Poetry Month #3
In honor of the marriage of two very good friends...
Taking the Hands
Taking the hands of someone you love,
You see they are delicate cages...
Tiny birds are singing
In the secluded praries
And in the deep valleys of the hand
by Robert Bly
Three Times in Love
You have now fallen three times in love
With the same woman, first indeed blindly
And at her blind insistence;
Next with our heart alive to the danger
Of what hers might conceal, although such passion
Strikes nobly and for ever;
Now at last, deep in dream, transported
To her rose garden on the high ridge,
Assured that there she can deny you
No deserved privilege,
However controvertible or new.
by Robert Graves
Taking the Hands
Taking the hands of someone you love,
You see they are delicate cages...
Tiny birds are singing
In the secluded praries
And in the deep valleys of the hand
by Robert Bly
Three Times in Love
You have now fallen three times in love
With the same woman, first indeed blindly
And at her blind insistence;
Next with our heart alive to the danger
Of what hers might conceal, although such passion
Strikes nobly and for ever;
Now at last, deep in dream, transported
To her rose garden on the high ridge,
Assured that there she can deny you
No deserved privilege,
However controvertible or new.
by Robert Graves