<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=429685" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Brassiere Factory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is the governor falling<br>From a great height?<br>Arm in arm we fled the brassiere factory,<br>The motion-boat stayed on the shore!<br>I saw how round its bottom was<br>As you walked into southern France—<br>Upon the light hair of an arm<br>Cigar bands lay!<br>I kissed you then. Oh is my bar<br>The insect of your will? The water rose,<br>But will the buffalo on<br>The nickel yet be still?<br>For how can windows hold out the light<br>In your eyes!<br>Darling, we fled the brassiere factory<br>In forty-eight states,<br>Arm in arm,<br>When human beings hung on us<br>And you had been arrested by the cloths<br>Were used in making, and I said, “The Goths<br>Know such delight,” but still we fled, away<br>Into a dinner atmosphere<br>From all we knew, and fall asleep this day.<br>O maintenance men, with cruel eyes,<br>Then arm in arm we fled the listless factory!<br>The music changed your fingers’ ends to pearl,<br>I punched you, you foolish girl,<br>For thanks to the metronome we got out alive, in the air<br>Where the sun filled us with cruelty!<br>There’s what to do<br>Except despair, like pages! and laugh<br>Like prawns, about the sea!<br>Oh arm in arm we fled the industry<br>Into an earth of banks<br>And foolish tanks, for what bare breasts might be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>“The Brassiere Factory” from The Collected Poems of Kenneth Koch, published by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. Copyright © 2006 by Kenneth Koch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kenneth+Koch">Kenneth Koch</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=429685" data-title="The Brassiere Factory de Kenneth Koch" data-description="Is the governor falling From a great height? Arm in arm we fled the brassiere factory, The motion-boat stayed on the shore! I saw how round its bottom was As you walked into southern France— Upon the light hair of an arm Cigar bands lay! I kisse..."></div> </div> </div>

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