The Mind
Needlework: Sewing Hands
From Curtains (1921)
The Mind
My hands are motion; they cannot rest.
They are the foam upon the sea,
Borne with a wave to a fleeting crest,
Hurled back, borne on, unceasingly.
They are existent and made whole
In their unrest, as the entity
Of foam is spun where waters roll
Back, and on, eternally.
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MLA
Hall, Hazel. “Needlework: Sewing Hands.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/hall_h/59/.
Chicago
Hall, Hazel. “Needlework: Sewing Hands.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/hall_h/59/.
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