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[wordcarvings]

Koutarou Takao 7/16 near Apprassage

How much poetry about hands is there? Particularly, but not necessarily, in relation to sculpture?

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[thesettingsun]

Keats wrote one, but that one's not sculpture.

This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calm’d–see here it is–
I hold it towards you.

[lecturehall]

That's a pretty specific set of requirements.

[liberal_arts]

I can't recall any off the top of my head, but I can see if I can peruse the archives.