Poetry is an extra hand. It can caress or tickle. It can clench and fight.
Hitler would go as white as a sheet and tightly clench his jaws, while his eyes would dilate. Everyone in his entourage would get panicky because these fits were always followed by an order to dismiss or to execute somebody.theodor morell
When you clench your fist, no one can put anything in your hand, nor can your hand pick up anything.alex haley