This poem was interesting, and different than the last couple poems I have read so far. This is a short poem and I don't see it needing anything more to add on to it. After reading the poem, what came to my mind was the surrealist painting of a pipe that says in french "I'm not a pipe." How that is similar to this poem is that in this poem, it talks about in a descriptive way of writing of what the hand is not. But all the information that is shown in the poem is what hands do.
When looking at the Michaelangelo's close up on the hands of his Sistine Chapel, I thought that the poem might something relating to that or something with that kind of deep meaning. I know that when I look at these painting next to the poem, I always think that it is going to be related to that in every detail. I guess I am so use to seeing that in books, mostly children's book (especially since I am working on my own children's book and making sure the image goes with the words). I have to remember that images don't have to be the exactly as it is written out.
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