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The Weather-Cock Points South
I put your leaves aside, One by one: The stiff, broad outer leaves; The smaller ones, Pleasant to touch, veined with purple; The glazed inner leaves. One by one I parted you from your leaves, Until you stood up like a white flower Swaying slightly in the evening wind. White flower, Flower of wax, of jade, of unstreaked agate; Flower with surfaces of ice, With shadows faintly crimson. Where in all the garden is there such a flower? The stars crowd through the lilac leaves To look at you. The low moon brightens you with silver. The bud is more than the calyx. There is nothing to equal a white bud, Of no colour, and of all, Burnished by moonlight, Thrust upon by a softly-swinging wind. Poem by Amy Lowell
Amy Lowell Poems
A DecadeA Lover
Fireworks
The Garden by Moonlight
Night Clouds
Patterns
Petals
On Carpaccio's Picture: The Dream of St. Ursula
Sea Shell





