Poetry
Quotes
Fireworks
You hate me and I hate you And we are so polite, we two! But whenever I see you, I burst apart And scatter the sky with my blazing heart. It spits and sparkles in the stars and balls, Buds into roses – and flares, and falls. Scarlet buttons, and pale green disks, Silver spirals and asterisks, Shoot and tremble in a mist Peppered with mauve and amethyst. I shine in the windows and light up the trees, And all because I hate you, if you please. And when you meet me, you rend asunder And go up in a flaming wonder Of saffron cubes, and crimson moons, And wheels all amaranths and maroons. Golden lozenges and spades Arrows of malachites and jades, Patens of copper, azure sheaves. As you mount, you flash in the glossy leaves. Such fireworks as we make, we two! Because you hate me and I hate you. Poem by Amy Lowell
Amy Lowell Poems
A DecadeA Lover
The Garden by Moonlight
Night Clouds
Patterns
Petals
On Carpaccio's Picture: The Dream of St. Ursula
Sea Shell
The Weather-Cock Points South
