Don't Put Up My Thread And Needle
Emily Dickinson
617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle— I’ll begin to Sew 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 sewing Fetch the seam I missed— Closer—so I—at my sleeping— Still surmise I stitch—
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