Your Blinded Hand, Tennessee Williams

Suppose that

                              everything that greens and grows

should blacken in one moment, flower and branch.

I think that I would find your blinded hand.

Suppose that your cry and mine were lost among numberless cries

                 in a city of fire when the earth is afire,

I must still believe that somehow I would find your blinded hand.

                 Through flames everywhere

                    consuming earth and air

I must believe that somehow, if only one moment were offered,

    I would

                                find your hand.

I know as, of course, you know

                                the immeasurable wilderness that would exist

                  in the moment of fire.

But I would hear your cry and you’d hear mine and each of us

   would find

                  the other’s hand.

                                    We know

                  that it might not be so.

                                    But for this quiet moment, if only for this

                                        moment,

And against all reason,

                  let us believe, and believe in our hearts,

                  that somehow it would be so.

                  I’d hear your cry, you mine –

                                    And each of us would find a blinded hand.