Poem by Amy Lowell

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. The Painter on Silk
2. Vintage
3. The Painted Ceiling
4. The Pike
5. Fringed Gentians

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