Amy Lowell

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

Autumn - Poem by Amy Lowell

They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia,
Opulent, flaunting.
Round gold
Flung out of a pale green stalk.
Round, ripe gold
Of maturity,
Meticulously frilled and flaming,
A fire-ball of proclamation:
Fecundity decked in staring yellow
For all the world to see.
They brought a quilled, yellow dahlia,
To me who am barren
Shall I send it to you,
You who have taken with you
All I once possessed?

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  • Jim Rainey (4/23/2016 4:56:00 AM)

    Autumn is a faulty composition. It begins as a narrative about a yellow dahlia the poet was given. It ends
    in bitterness over the poet's lover who took all she had. What is the message? No message. Like too many modern poems since 1913, it is sterile, dreadful and pompous.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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