African American Poetry (1870-1928): A Digital Anthology

Angelina Weld Grimke, "Your Hands" (1927)

         I love your hands:
They are big hands, firm hands, gentle hands;
Hair grows on the back near the wrist ....
I have seen the nails broken and stained
From hard work.
And yet, when you touch me,
I grow small ....... and quiet ......
......... And happy ........
If I might only grow small enough
To curl up into the hollow of your palm,
Your left palm,
Curl up, lie close and cling,
So that I might know myself always there,
....... Even if you forgot.

Published in Caroling Dusk1927

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