Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AFTERMATH; SONNET, by AMY LOWELL Poet's Biography First Line: I learnt to write to you in happier days Last Line: And whisper words of love which no one hears. | ||||||||
I learnt to write to you in happier days, And every letter was a piece I chipped From off my heart, a fragment newly clipped From the mosaic of life; its blues and grays, Its throbbing reds, I gave to earn your praise. To make a pavement for your feet I stripped My soul for you to walk upon, and slipped Beneath your steps to soften all your ways. But now my letters are like blossoms pale We strew upon a grave with hopeless tears. I ask no recompense, I shall not fail Although you do not heed; the long, sad years Still pass, and still I scatter flowers frail, And whisper words of love which no one hears. | Other Poems of Interest...TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL TO-MORROW TO FRESH WOODS AND PASTURES NEW' by AMY LOWELL AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL |
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