Lengths of lawn and dimities,
Dainty, smooth, and cool,
In their possibilities
Stretch beneath my hand in sheets,
Fragrant from the loom,
Like a field of marguerites
All in bloom.
Where my scissor’s footsteps pass
Fluttering furrows break,
As the scythe trails through the grass
Its deep wake.
All my stitches, running fleet,
Cannot match the tread
Of my thoughts whose wingèd feet
They are gathering imagery
Out of time and space,
That a needle’s artistry
Hints of dawn and thin blue sky,
Breaths the breezes bear,
Wispy-waspy things that fly
In warm air.
Bolts of dimity I take,
Muslin smooth and cool;
These my fingers love to make
Dimity is a lightweight, sheer cotton fabric, used historically,
having at least two warp threads thrown into relief to form fine cords.
It is a cloth commonly employed for bed upholstery and curtains,
and usually white, though sometimes a pattern is printed on it in colors.