September 1918
by
Amy LowellThis afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight ( Read more... )

Wanted to post this while it is still summer...

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Cat

Patterns
by Amy Lowell

I walk down the garden paths,
And all the daffodils
Are blowing, and the bright blue squills.
I walk down the patterned garden-paths
In my stiff, brocaded gown.
With my powdered hair and jewelled fan,
I too am a rare
Pattern. As I wander down
The garden paths.

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