by: Amy Lowell (1874-1925)
- OU are beautiful
- Like an old opera tune
- Played upon a harpsichord;
- Or like the sun-flooded silks
- Of an eighteenth-century boudoir.
- In your eyes
- Smoulder the fallen roses of outlived minutes,
- And the perfume of your soul
- Is vague and suffusing,
- With the pungence of sealed spice-jars.
- Your half-tones delight me,
- And I grow mad with gazing
- At your blent colors.
- My vigor is a new-minted penny,
- Which I cast at your feet.
- Gather it up from the dust
- That its sparkle may amuse you.
POEMS BY AMY LOWELL
"A Lady" is reprinted
from The Second Book of Modern Verse. Ed. Jesse B. Rittenhouse.
New York: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1919.