Hazel Hall, poet and needleworker.

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Hazel Hall, 1886-1924, USA.

Paths

Needle, you make me remember things…
A path through a wood that ran like wine,
A turn, and the bubbling smell that clings
Close as breath to the lips of springs
Where the sun is sprinkled fine.

Needle, you have a path to run
Where never the boughs of trees have met
And never has seeped the rain of the sun;
But long is the way you have just begun…
Needle, you make me forget.”

Source: The Collected Poems of Hazel Hall. OSU Press, 2000, Oregon, USA.

I’ld like to share this poem because it shows how I feel about my needlework. I discovered the work of Hazel Hall a few years ago, and bought her book with collected poems. She wrote a lot of poems about her work as a seamstress an needlework.
Poems with this quality about needlework are so rare.
In the future I will share more poems of Hazel Hall on this blog.

If you would like to know more about her:
http://osupress.oregonstate.edu/book/collected-poems-of-hazel-hall

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One response

  1. Hi Netheranne. Thanks for checking out my blog – thought I’d come and see what you were doing. You’re very talented and the things you’ve made our beautiful and unusual! I also love this Hazel Hall poem.

    23 March 2013 at 17:36

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