I didn’t think to look up the title of this poem, but it’s called One Art, I have it here.
The next poem is, These Witches Hands
These hands I’m told are gentle,
I know these hands are strong.
These hands have swept tears away,
and made right, what had gone wrong.
These hands lift up my baby,
to shoulders where he rides.
They’ve cast herbs into the oceans,
For spells hewn…in the tides.
These hands buried a lover,
They have held a newborn child.
These hands have cared for creatures,
some were tame, and some still wild.
These hands can move in symbols,
that translate into song.
A gift from a young lover,
before things went so wrong.
These hands have planted in the earth,
and reached up to the Divine,
They’ve carried me thru life, you see,
For these witch’s hands…are mine.
The last poem was written by Percy Bysshe Shelly and I love it!
MUSIC, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap’d for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
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Enjoy x x