617 <br /> <br />Don't put up my Thread and Needle— <br />I'll begin to Sew <br />When the Birds begin to whistle— <br />Better Stitches—so— <br /> <br />These were bent—my sight got crooked— <br />When my mind—is plain <br />I'll do seams—a Queen's endeavor <br />Would not blush to own— <br /> <br />Hems—too fine for Lady's tracing <br />To the sightless Knot— <br />Tucks—of dainty interspersion— <br />Like a dotted Dot— <br /> <br />Leave my Needle in the furrow— <br />Where I put it down— <br />I can make the zigzag stitches <br />Straight—when I am strong— <br /> <br />Till then—dreaming I am sewing <br />Fetch the seam I missed— <br />Closer—so I—at my sleeping— <br />Still surmise I stitch—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-put-up-my-thread-and-needle/
