teile + -ier
- French: toilier
This was my Warp; I too await the Weft
whose sinuous curves will wrap my stiffened lines.
And so they meet. Or rather, he is there
stretched out for her and waiting. She appears,
head lifted; she is borne upon a shuttle -
Hungrily latching on to him, the Weft
now penetrates his every empty space
first from above, and then from underneath,
she moves across him quickly back and forth
as she finds and hides each one, content
she can do it all. But now and then
in rapture she forgets and races on,
and on the surface slides - we say she floats
But usually she does not miss her mark.
Ah, how many times they come together!
She meets him just to leave him,
and leaving him she meets him;
he suffers her, he is blameless,
and stands firm in his place
-Patrizia Cavalli, Text on Textile