Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Faved!: Amy Lowell's Vernal Equinox



The scent of hyacinths, like a pale mist, lies 
 between me and my book;
 And the South Wind, washing through the room,
 Makes the candles quiver.
 My nerves sting at a spatter of rain on the shutter,
 And I am uneasy with the thrusting of green shoots
 Outside, in the night.

 Why are you not here to overpower me with your 
 tense and urgent love?

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