All my words are hands.

One could write an essay on the theme of hands in poetry, as poetry. So much of postromantic lyric poetry has been about connection and disconnection. About reaching out across a divide in an intimate gesture--sometimes desperate, sometimes futile--toward another person, a destined "you." Or it is about the inability, or refusal, to make such a gesture, turning inward instead toward a greater interiority and a deeper interiorization.

-Edward Hirsch