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Amy Lowell

September, 1918 This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight; The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves; The sidewalks shone like alleys of dropped maple leaves, And the houses ran along them laughing out of square, open windows. Under a tree in the park, Two little boys, lying flat on their faces,… Continue reading Amy Lowell

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Amy Lowell

When you came, you were like red wine and honey, And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness. Now you are like morning bread, Smooth and pleasant. I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour, But I am completely nourished. — Amy Lowell, “Decade,” The Oxford Book of American Poetry.… Continue reading Amy Lowell

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