Videopoetry: YOUR BLINDED HAND

YOUR BLINDED HAND – TENESEE WILLIAMS

Suppose that

              everything that greens and grows

should blacken in moment, flower and branch.

I think that I would find your blinded hand.

Suppose that your cry and mine were lost amongst 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

                                   moment,

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.