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The Letter

by Amy Lowell

 

Little cramped words scrawling all over the paper

Like draggled fly's legs,

What can you tell of the flaring moon

Through the oak leaves?

Or of my uncertain window and the bare floor

Spattered with moonlight?

Your silly quirks and twists have nothing in them

Of blossoming hawthorns,

And this paper is dull, crisp, smooth, virgin of loveliness

Beneath my hand.

 

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against

The want of you;

Of squeezing it into little inkdrops,

And posting it.

And I scald alone, here, under the fire

Of the great moon.

 

Born in 1874, Amy Lowell is the author of A Dome of Many Colored Glass and the Pulitzer prize-winning collection What's A Clock. She died in 1925 in Brookline, Massachusetts.

 

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