Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)

Crowned

You came to me bearing bright roses,
Red like the wine of your heart;
You twisted them into a garland
To set me aside from the mart.
Red roses to crown me your lover,
And I walked aureoled and apart.
Enslaved and encircled, I bore it,
Proud token of my gift to you.
The petals waned paler, and shriveled,
And dropped; and the thorns started through.
Bitter thorns to proclaim me your lover,
A diadem woven with rue.

1. The Pike
2. The Painter on Silk
3. Miscast I
4. Fragment (What is poetry? Is it a mosaic)
5. Fringed Gentians

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