Your Hands
Your Hands - meaning Summary
Memory in a Touch
This poem describes the sudden, uncanny recognition and intimacy sparked when a lover’s hands touch the speaker. Neruda frames touch as a meeting beyond time: the hands arrive like wings and bring memories of landscapes, travel, and elemental images (sea, trees, grain). The speaker reads that recognition as destiny, a life spent searching that culminates in the hands’ landing "like a pair of wings" and closing the journey.
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