PoetryAnalysis
PoetryAnalysis The Clothespin;by Rhonda Bower Through the window I see Her, my neighbour. She hangs his shirt. It thunders in the breeze. Clasped by a clothespin Beside her pale dress. Side by side, they move. The clothespin is all That holds them together. Your Hands by Gevorg Emin I love your hands which hold …