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Amy Lowell (1874-1925), American poet
me lies a mass of shapeless days,
atoms, and I must
them apart and live them. Sifted dust
the formless heap. Reprieves, delays,
are none, ever. As a monk who prays
sliding beads asunder, so I thrust
tasteless particle aside, and just
again the task which never stays.
I have known a glory of great suns,
days flashed by, pulsing with joy and fire!
bubbled wine in goblets of desire,
felt the whipped blood laughing as it runs!
is that liquor, my too hasty hand
down the cup, and did not understand.
and Poppy Seed (1914)
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