“I'd like a stocking made for a giant, And a meeting house full of toys, Then I'd go out in a happy hunt For the poor little girls and boys; Up the street and down the street, And across and over the town, I'd search and find them everyone, Before the sun went down.” LittlesMadeGirlHousePoorBoysSunStreetsTownsMeetingsChristmasGiantsToysHuntsBoy And GirlStockings Book:A Little Book of Tribune Verse: A Number of Hitherto Uncollected Poems, Grave and Gay Source: A Little Book of Tribune Verse: A Number of Hitherto Uncollected Poems, Grave and Gay
“I stop writing the poem to fold the clothes. No matter who lives or who dies, I'm still a woman. I'll always have plenty to do. I bring the arms of his shirt together. Nothing can stop our tenderness. I'll get back to the poem. I'll get back to being a woman. But for now there's a shirt, a giant shirt in my hands, and somewhere a small girl standing next to her mother watching to see how it's done.” WritingStillsMatterDoneHandsTogetherMotherDiesGirlNextArmsClothesStandingPlentyShirtsGiantsGet BackTendernessDishesT ShirtFoldsBeing A WomanSmall Girl Book:Moon crossing bridge: poetry Source: Moon crossing bridge: poetry