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Poem by Lesbia Harford


Machinist Talking


I sit at my machine,
Hour long beside me Vera aged nineteen,
Babbles her sweet and innocent tale of sex.

Her boy, she hopes, will prove
Unlike his father in the act of love,
Twelve children are too many for her taste.

She looks sidelong, blue-eyed
And tells a girlish story of a bride
With the sweet licence of Arabian queens.

Her child, she says, saw light
Minute for minute, nine months from the night
The mother first lay in her lovers arms.

She says a friend of hers
Is a mans mistress who gives jewels and furs
But will not have her soft limbs cased in stays.



Lesbia Harford


Lesbia Harford's other poems:
  1. Pink eucalyptus flowers
  2. Do you remember still the little song
  3. Child Sun
  4. Summer Lightning
  5. All through the day at my machine


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