Your Blinded Hand by Tennessee Williams

April 24, 2011 Facebook Twitter LinkedIn Google+ Fiction

Suppose that
everything that greens and grows
should blacken in one moment, flower and branch.
I think that I would find your blinded hand.
Suppose that your cry and mine were lost among numberless cries
in a city of fire when the earth is afire,
I must still believe that somehow I would find your blinded hand.
Through flames everywhere
consuming earth and air
I must believe that somehow, if only one moment were offered,
I would
find your hand.
I know as, of course, you know
the immeasurable wilderness that would exist
in the moment of fire.
But I would hear your cry and you’d hear mine and each of us 
would find
the other’s hand.
We know
that it might not be so.
But for this quiet moment, if only for this 
and against all reason,
let us believe, and believe in our hearts,
that somehow it would be so.
I’d hear your cry, you mine–
And each of us would find a blinded hand.

  • Mary

    Nice. I've got a couple for you, lyrics to two songs by Porcupine Tree:

    Stars Die by Porcupine Tree

    The moon shook and curled up like gentle fire
    The ocean glazed and melted wire
    Voices buzzed in spiral eyes
    Stars dived in blinding skies

    Stars die. Blinding skies.

    Tree cracked and mountain cried
    Bridges broke, window sighed
    Cells grew up and rivers burst
    Sound obscured and sense reversed

    Idle mind and severed soul
    Silent nerves and begging bowl
    Shallow haze to blast a way
    Hyper sleep to end the day

    Radioactive Toy by Porcupine Tree

    Run through forests on a hot Summer day
    Trying to break down walls of numbing pain

    Give me the freedom to destroy
    Give me radioactive toy

    Taste the water from a stream of running death
    Eat the apple and cough a dying breath

    Feel the sun burning through your black skin
    Pour me into a hole, inform my next of kin

    Run through graveyards on a dusty Winter day
    Spit the dirt out and try to say…