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HUGO HAVRANEK St Paul’s School, London Sign Language
They hand in hand with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way. John Milton, Paradise Lost XII
I The Emperor will give the word. Thumb, be The right way up (whatever that might be); Now that that dual-edged duel is lost and won, The floored must live (to fight another one.)
II My five fingers now form a crude symbol. Those same five fingers also give my word, The middle swearing one way and the little Swearing the other, in symbolic discord; I cannot put my finger on what’s true, So long as fingers cross (and people, too.)
III London is caked in white heart-warming blanket. They said that it would rain, but it snowed Heavily. Fingers locked forev- (Forget it- She said that she will stay, but she’ll go: She cheated in the snowball fight, and oh! I know she’ll cheat on you in time, I do.)
IV They said that it would snow, and it’s snowing; London’s reborn in white nursery rime. My heart is in my hand: I am not going. I’m telling you: it’s not that way this time. And it means nothing, what I said before – Just – I will have you, and you will have me, for-
V How can I give my word? The snow’s now slush, But my heart’s always- How can I have you Know? Or make myself heard, when symbols clash, That all those things I’ve promised you are true? |
