ONCE I thought that healing came From the angels' wings. Now the bruised hands of men Seem the kindest things. Once I thought to pluck and eat The fruit of Paradise. Now I break with these their bread With unsaddened eyes. Once I thought to find on earth Love, perfect and complete. Now I know it carries wounds In its hands and feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PENITENTIAL PSALM: 6. DOMINE NE IN FURORE by THOMAS WYATT THE LITANY: 10. THE MARTYRS by JOHN DONNE A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 1. HIS EXCUSE FOR LOVING by BEN JONSON A VISION OF CONNAUGHT IN THE THIRTEENTH CENTURY by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN SONNET: 144 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |