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Donald Hall

She kneels on the floor, snip snip
in the church of scraps,
tissue like moth's wings,
pins in the cushion of her mouth,
basting and hemming
until it stands up like a person
made out of whole cloth.

Still, I lie folded
on the bolt in the dark warehouse,
dreaming my shapes.

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"Sew" from Old and New Poems by Donald Hall, published by Ticknor & Fields/ Houghton Mifflin. Copyright © 1990. Reprinted with the permission of the author.


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