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Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)


A Lady


You are beautiful and faded
Like an old opera tune
Played upon a harpsichord;
Or like the sun-flooded silks
Of an eighteenth-century boudoir.
In your eyes
Smoulder the fallen roses of out-lived minutes,
And the perfume of your soul
Is vague and suffusing,
With the pungence of sealed spice-jars.
Your half-tones delight me,
And I grow mad with gazing
At your blent colours.
My vigour is a new-minted penny,
Which I cast at your feet.
Gather it up from the dust,
That its sparkle may amuse you.



Amy Lowell's other poems:
  1. The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde
  2. The Matrix
  3. The Promise of the Morning Star
  4. The Temple
  5. The Bombardment


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