Lesbia Harford

Here you will find the Poem Buddha In The Workroom of poet Lesbia Harford

Buddha In The Workroom

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.