Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, FABRIC, by LUCY PARSONS STODDARD


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FABRIC, by                    
First Line: O I could weave my day
Last Line: Must not be frail!


O I could weave my day
of fragile things:
geraniums on my sill,
a kitten's purr
and its soft fur
against my flesh;
a house-wren's twitting
in a tree
urging her mate
to chivalry;
the flame and death
of embers on my hearth --
and their rebirth
to flicker with the mirth
of winds
in the dark chimney hole --
these fragile things!

But I would weave ruggedly
Of tempest's spray ...
Of cardinals, dark-plumed
Against the gray --
Cold, dashing weather;
Winds in relentless drive
Above the heather!

My warm cloak I would buckle high
Against the gale ...
The fabric of my day
Must not be frail!





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