The Knitters
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Cicely Fox Smith
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In streets that are humming
With the city's stair . . .
Or where leaves fall rustling
Through the quiet air . . .
There are women knitting
Everywhere . . .
Knitting and waiting
Through hours like years -
Not with loud grieving
Nor sighing nor tears -
In their hands the needles
Flash like spears.
Every thread a sorrow,
Every strand a prayer -
('Oh, where sleeps my dear one?
Or how does he fare?')
There are women knitting
Everywhere . . .
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