SOLITAIRE
by: Amy Lowell (1874-1925)
- HEN night
drifts along the streets of the city,
- And sifts down between the uneven roofs,
- My mind begins to peek and peer.
- It plays at ball in odd, blue Chinese gardens,
- And shakes wrought dice-cups in Pagan temples
- Amid the broken flutings of white pillars.
- It dances with purple and yellow crocuses in its hair,
- And its feet shine as they flutter over drenched grasses.
- How light and laughing my mind is,
- When all good folk have put out their bedroom candles,
- And the city is still.
"Solitaire" was originally
published in The New Poetry: An Anthology. Ed. Harriet
Monroe. New York: Macmillan, 1917. |
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