Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)

Fringed Gentians

Near where I live there is a lake
As blue as blue can be, winds make
It dance as they go blowing by.
I think it curtseys to the sky.
It’s just a lake of lovely flowers
And my Mamma says they are ours;
But they are not like those we grow
To be our very own, you know.
We have a splendid garden, there
Are lots of flowers everywhere;
Roses, and pinks, and four o’clocks
And hollyhocks, and evening stocks.
Mamma lets us pick them, but never
Must we pick any gentians -- ever!
For if we carried them away
They’d die of homesickness that day.

1. The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde
2. The Promise of the Morning Star
3. The Matrix
4. The Bombardment
5. Two Travellers in the Place Vendome

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