[Old Mother turns blue and from us]

Old Mother turns blue and from us,
   “Don’t let my head drop to the earth.
I’m blind and deaf.” Death from the heart,
   a thimble in her purse.   

“It’s a long day since last night.
   Give me space. I need
floors. Wash the floors, Lorine!—
   wash clothes! Weed!”

Lorine Niedecker, “[Old Mother turns blue and from us]” from Collected Works, edited by Jenny Penberthy, Copyright © 2002 Regents of the University of California. Published by University of California Press.
Source: Collected Works (University of California Press, 2004)
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