She works away day and night, <br />bent over her darning-egg, <br />an end of thread between her lips, <br />mending all manner of things. <br />Ever new holes, new ladders. <br />Sometimes she nods off <br />just for a moment <br />or for a century. Then, <br />pulling herself together, <br />she is back at her needle work. <br />How tiny she has become, <br />tiny, wrinkled and blind! <br />With her thimble she feels for the holes in the world <br />and dams and dams<br /><br />Hans Magnus Enzensberger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-great-goddess-2/
