The Shawl

The workers amid the peatfield wearies

have one room to live in only

This is so small that the great shawl of many patches

that the women make fast together with coarse string

covers the floor entirely.

But the shawl that presently I myself will be bringing to you

will have no joinings together.

It will be of one great piece of pale flower

colouring those that are too young to have certainty of shade

And its edgings will be of the gold of new pennies

And from the great looseness that will be falling about you for sure

I will make unto you wings

so that when you dance and for me only you will be dancing

they will flutter in the sun like butterfly wings

even to the covering of the worlds widest.

The workers amid the peatfield wearies

have one room to live in only

This is so small that the great shawl of many patches

that the women make fast together with coarse string

covers the floor entirely.