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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360266" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lady With The Sewing-Machine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across the fields as green as spinach,<br>Cropped as close as Time to Greenwich,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stands a high house; if at all,<br>Spring comes like a Paisley shawl — </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Patternings meticulous<br>And youthfully ridiculous.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In each room the yellow sun<br>Shakes like a canary, run</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On run, roulade, and watery trill — <br>Yellow, meaningless, and shrill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Face as white as any clock's,<br>Cased in parsley-dark curled locks — </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All day long you sit and sew,<br>Stitch life down for fear it grow,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stitch life down for fear we guess<br>At the hidden ugliness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dusty voice that throbs with heat,<br>Hoping with your steel-thin beat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To put stitches in my mind,<br>Make it tidy, make it kind,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You shall not: I'll keep it free<br>Though you turn earth, sky and sea</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To a patchwork quilt to keep<br>Your mind snug and warm in sleep!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dame+Edith+Louisa+Sitwell">Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360266" data-title="The Lady With The Sewing-Machine de Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell" data-description="Across the fields as green as spinach, Cropped as close as Time to Greenwich, Stands a high house; if at all, Spring comes like a Paisley shawl — Patternings meticulous And youthfully ridiculous. In each room the yellow sun Shakes like a can..."></div> </div> </div>
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