Amy Lowell

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

Generations - Poem by Amy Lowell

You are like the stem
Of a young beech-tree,
Straight and swaying,
Breaking out in golden leaves.
Your walk is like the blowing of a beech-tree
On a hill.
Your voice is like leaves
Softly struck upon by a South wind.
Your shadow is no shadow, but a scattered sunshine;
And at night you pull the sky down to you
And hood yourself in stars.

But I am like a great oak under a cloudy sky,
Watching a stripling beech grow up at my feet.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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