First, her tippet made of tulle,easily lifted off her shoulders and laidon the back of a wooden chair
And her bonnet,the bow undone with a light forward pull
Then the long white dress, a morecomplicated matter with mother-of-pearlbuttons...
And the weaver said, "Speak to us of Clothes
" And he answered:
Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful
And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a harn...
I tried on the farmer's hat,
Didn't fit… A little too small — just a bit Too floppy
Couldn't get used to it,
Took it off
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly
That liquefaction of her clothes
Next, when I cast mine eyes and
Put on a clean shirtbefore you die, some Russian said
Nothing with drool, please,no egg spots, no blood,no sweat, no sperm
You want me clean,
God,so I'll try to comply