Dont put up my Thread & Needle -
I'll begin to Sow
When the Birds begin to whistle -
Better stitches - so -
These were bent - my sight got crooked -
When my mind - is plain
I'll do seams - a Queen's endeavor
Would not blush to own -
Hems - too fine for Lady's tracing
To the sightless Knot -
Tucks - of dainty interspersion -
Like a dotted Dot -
Leave my Needle in the furrow -
Where I put it down -
I can make the zigzag stitches
Straight - when I am strong -
Till then - dreaming I am sowing
Fetch the seam I missed -
Closer - so I - at my sleeping -
Still surmise I stitch.
Emily Dickinson
Musicians wrestle everywhere -
All day - among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife -
And - waking - long before the morn -
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that "New life"...
No Notice gave She, but a Change -
No Message, but a Sigh -
For Whom, the Time did not suffice
That She should specify.
She was not warm, though Summer shone
Nor scrupulous of cold
Though Rime by Rime...
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel -
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill -
He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose -
Partakes without alighting
And p...