the hand slips(in the love things
the same hand that it dries the tears) and
to do to explode the silence
the hand(that invents new rhythms
the hand
that guides a child until the its house) tightens
an other hand.
João Tomaz Parreira
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hand-to-the-way-of-e-e-cummings/
