Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MATRIX; SONNET, by AMY LOWELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Goaded and harassed in the factory Last Line: Reach out my hand and pluck a nectarine. | ||||||||
Goaded and harassed in the factory That tears our life up into bits of days Ticked off upon a clock which never stays, Shredding our portion of Eternity, We break away at last, and steal the key Which hides a world empty of hours; ways Of space unroll, and Heaven overlays The leafy, sun-lit earth of Fantasy. Beyond the ilex shadow glares the sun, Scorching against the blue flame of the sky. Brown lily-pads lie heavy and supine Within a granite basin, under one The bronze-gold glimmer of a carp; and I Reach out my hand and pluck a nectarine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!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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