Amy Lowell

(9 February 1874 – 12 May 1925 / Boston, Massachusetts)

Poems of Amy Lowell

161. The Poet 1/3/2003
162. The Pond 12/2/2003
163. The Precinct. Rochester 4/16/2010
164. The Promise of the Morning Star 1/3/2003
165. The Red Lacquer Music-Stand 4/16/2010
166. The Road to Avignon 1/3/2003
167. The Shadow 4/16/2010
168. The Starling 1/3/2003
169. The Taxi 1/3/2003
170. The Temple 4/16/2010
171. The Travelling Bear 4/16/2010
172. The Tree Of Scarlet Berries 4/16/2010
173. The Trout 1/3/2003
174. The Way 1/3/2003
175. The Wind 1/3/2003
176. Thompson’s Lunch Room—Grand Central Station 4/16/2010
177. To a Friend 1/3/2003
178. To A Husband 4/16/2010
179. To an Early Daffodil 1/3/2003
180. To Elizabeth Ward Perkins 1/3/2003

Opal

You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
You are cold and flame.
You are the crimson of amaryllis,
The silver of moon-touched magnolias.
When I am with you,
My heart is a frozen pond
Gleaming with agitated torches.


Submitted by Venus

[Hata Bildir]