Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)

Obligation

Hold your apron wide
That I may pour my gifts into it,
So that scarcely shall your two arms hinder them
From falling to the ground.
I would pour them upon you
And cover you,
For greatly do I feel this need
Of giving you something,
Even these poor things.
Dearest of my Heart!

1. At Night
2. Miscast I
3. Storm-Racked
4. Petals
5. In Answer to a Request

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