Sewing Face Poem by Naveed Khalid

All things of beauty come to pass
before you know
the hand that writ
in eternal numbers thy name;
and my pen is westward bent
along the hair strand,
without lifting the veil of night
from her sewing face;
for its sulky expression is bound
to the spine of a book-leaf,
like a dry musk-rose.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Sunday, March 11,2012 3: 26: 10 PM