Palms in poems as high, green & tropical. Then not, absolutely not. A palm tree in a poem as a silent chorus member to more audible, altering cousins (Levis). A palm as dressing for a flashy drink (Powell). The big Florida palm in the mind (Mister Stevens). Then Dorothea Tanning, blowing kisses with no hands--up to palm trees? And some of these palm-poems talking or leaping from (Blake) the closer mysteries of human hands.