Amy Lowell

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

Opal - Poem by Amy Lowell

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.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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