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WLS 116 Moya Cannon reads Hands

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Words Lightly Spoken
Duration: 02:58
Moya Cannon reads her poem Hands in this episode of Words Lightly Spoken, a podcast of poetry from Ireland, from her Collected Poems, published by Carcanet. The Words Lightly Spoken podcast is funded by the Arts Council of Ireland and is a Rockfinch production.
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Moya Cannon reads her poem Hands in this episode of Words Lightly Spoken, a podcast of poetry from Ireland, from her Collected Poems, published by Carcanet. The Words Lightly Spoken podcast is funded by the Arts Council of Ireland and is a Rockfinch production.
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this point was written in one of those moments when you're in an airplane, and in spite of statistics where you know you're perfectly safe, far safe within your own car, uh, you realize you're in a heavy metal box over the sea, over the land. That may be, and you wonder what's holding you up, and it's a metaphor for other things. So it's hands for a man and Kathleen. It was somewhere over the northeastern coast of Brazil, over Fortaleza, a city of which I know nothing except that it's full of people, the life of each one, a mystery greater than the Amazon. It was there as the toy plane on the flight monitor nudged over the equator and veered east towards Marrakech, that I started to think again of hands of how strange it is that our lives the life of the red heard French girl. To my left, the life of the Argentinean boy to my right, my life and the lives of all the dozing passengers who are being carried fast in the dark over the darkened Atlantic. All of these lives are now being held in the hands of the pilot in the consciousness of the pilot. And I think of other hands which can hold our lives. The hands of the surgeon whom I will meet again when I return home. The hands of the black haired nurse who unwound the birth cord from my neck, the soft hands of my mother, the hands of those others who have loved me until it seems almost as though this is what a human life is to be passed from hand to hand, to be born up improbably over an ocean.
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