Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)

White and Green

Hey!  My daffodil-crowned,
Slim and without sandals!
As the sudden spurt of flame upon darkness
So my eyeballs are startled with you,
Supple-limbed youth among the fruit-trees,
Light runner through tasselled orchards.
You are an almond flower unsheathed
Leaping and flickering between the budded branches.

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

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