Youth and Beauty

I bought a dishmop⁠—
having no daughter⁠—
for they had twisted
fine ribbons of shining copper
about white twine
and made a tousled head
of it, fastened it
upon a turned ash stick
slender at the neck
straight, tall⁠—
when tied upright
on the brass wallbracket
to be a light for me⁠—
and naked,
as a girl should seem
to her father.