A Clasp of Hands

By Algernon Charles Swinburne

I     Soft, small, and sweet as sunniest flowers     That bask in heavenly heat     When bud by bud breaks, breathes, and cowers,     Soft, small, and sweet.     A babe's hands open as to greet     The tender touch of ours     And mock with motion faint and fleet     The minutes of the new strange hours     That earth, not heaven, must mete;     Buds fragrant still from heaven's own bowers,     Soft, small, and sweet. II     A velvet vice with springs of steel     That fasten in a trice     And clench the fingers fast that feel     A velvet vice     What man would risk the danger twice,     Nor quake from head to heel?     Whom would not one such test suffice?     Well may we tremble as we kneel     In sight of Paradise,     If both a babe's closed fists conceal     A velvet vice. III     Two flower-soft fists of conquering clutch,     Two creased and dimpled wrists,     That match, if mottled overmuch,     Two flower-soft fists     What heart of man dare hold the lists     Against such odds and such     Sweet vantage as no strength resists?     Our strength is all a broken crutch,     Our eyes are dim with mists,     Our hearts are prisoners as we touch     Two flower-soft fists.

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Poem Details

Language: English
Keywords: Public Domain
Source: Public Domain Collection
Rights/Permissions: Public Domain

Analysis & Notes:
This poem is a rich exploration of the power and innocence of a newborn, employing a blend of romantic imagery and a hint of irony to depict the profound influence of such a small, delicate creature. The poet adopts a tender tone, conveying a sense of awe and reverence towards the baby, a sentiment supported by frequent religious references such as "heavenly heat," "heaven's own bowers," and "Paradise."

The structure is consistent across the three stanzas, each one culminating in a repeated line that reinforces the central theme. Notably, the repetition of "soft, small, and sweet," "velvet vice," and "flower-soft fists" in the beginning and end of each stanza serves to emphasize the duality of the baby's nature: innocent yet powerful, gentle yet imposing.

The use of imagery and metaphor is striking. The baby is likened to a blooming flower, a metaphor that conveys purity and natural beauty. Yet, the poet also employs contrasting metaphors such as "a velvet vice with springs of steel," and "Two flower-soft fists of conquering clutch," implying an underlying strength and dominance. The baby's hands, typically associated with vulnerability, are depicted as weapons, an unexpected twist that enriches the poem's complexity.

The poem therefore reflects on the paradoxical nature of infancy, weaving together themes of innocence, power, and the transformative impact of parenthood. The poet manages to capture the universal experience of beholding a newborn's delicate beauty while also acknowledging the profound change this tiny being brings about.