Here you will find thePoemBuddha In The Workroomof poet Lesbia Harford
Sometimes the skirts I push through my machine Spread circlewise, strong petalled lobe on lobe, And look for the rapt moment of a dream Like Buddha's robe. And I, caught up out of the workroom's stir Into the silence of a different scheme, Dream, in a sun-dark, templed otherwhere His alien dream.
