Knit two, purl two
I make of small boredoms
A blanket to keep you warm.
Is it my own image I love so?
I lean over your sleep,
Narcissus
Over his clear pool
Ready to fall in
To drown for you
If necessary.
This is what I remember of a poem I read years ago and it stuck in my mind as I love it. I'm not sure if there's a line or two missing though
I can't seem to find the poem anywhere or find out who the author is. Can anyone help please?!