Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)

Fragment (What is poetry? Is it a mosaic)

What is poetry? Is it a mosaic
Of coloured stones which curiously are wrought
Into a pattern?  Rather glass that’s taught
By patient labor any hue to take
And glowing with a sumptuous splendor, make
Beauty a thing of awe; where sunbeams caught,
Transmuted fall in sheafs of rainbows fraught
With storied meaning for religion’s sake.

1. Epitaph of a Young Poet Who Died Before Having Achieved Success
2. On Carpaccio’s Picture: The Dream of St. Ursula
3. The Cyclists
4. Lead Soldiers
5. In Answer to a Request

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1774

Последние стихотворения

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