Here's the poem...
A Distinction by Gerson Mallillin
When only the brain has poetry
nothing else has;
the heart is numb with emptiness,
the eyes might as well be shrouded,
the lips yawn with the ghosts of words
buried before they can become speech
the hands are active crosses
But when the heart has poetry
everything else has;
the brain is renewed
and stirred to surpass itself,
the blood becomes a flood
of meanings and images
eyes, lips and hands
can never
perfectly tell
I also don't understand how the hands became "active crosses". Please help me. Thanks.
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