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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.
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