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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