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The Great Mirror of Same-Sex Love - Poetry - 68. A Glorious Pride Poem
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The Grey Thread
My life is a grey thread,
A thin grey stretched out thread,
And when I trace its course, I moan:
How dull! How dead!
But I have gay beads.
A pale one to begin,
A blue one for my painted dreams,
And one for sin,
Gold with coiled marks,
Like a snake’s skin.
For love an odd bead
With a deep purple glow;
A green bead for a secret thing
That few shall know;
And yellow for my thoughts
That melt like snow.
A red bead for my strength,
And crimson for my hate;
Silver for the songs I sing
When I am desolate;
And white for my laughter
That mocks my dull fate.
My life is a grey thread
Stretching through Time’s day;
But I have slipped gay beads on it
To hide the grey.
—Elsa Gidlow,[i]
1923
[i] “The Grey Thread” Elsa Gidlow On a Grey Thread (Chicago 1923), p. 9
https://archive.org/details/OnAGreyThread/page/n9/mode/2up
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