Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1921/Instruction

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INSTRUCTION
My hands that guide a needle In their turn are ledRelentlessly and deftly, As a needle leads a thread.
Other hands are teaching My needle; when I sewI feel the cool, thin fingers Of hands I do not know.
They urge my needle onward, They smooth my seams, untilThe worry of my stitches Smothers in their skill.
All the tired women, Who sewed their lives away,Speak in my deft fingers As I sew today.

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