A Gift

Amy Lowell

See!  I give myself to you, Beloved!
My words are little jars
For you to take and put upon a shelf.
Their shapes are quaint and beautiful,
And they have many pleasant colours and lustres
To recommend them.
Also the scent from them fills the room
With sweetness of flowers and crushed grasses.

When I shall have given you the last one,
You will have the whole of me,
But I shall be dead.

Next 10 Poems

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• Amy Lowell : A Petition
• Amy Lowell : A Tale Of Starvation
• Amy Lowell : A Tulip Garden
• Amy Lowell : A Winter Ride
• Amy Lowell : Absence
• Amy Lowell : After Hearing A Waltz By Bartok

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• Amy Lowell : A Fairy Tale
• Amy Lowell : A Coloured Print By Shokei
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• Amy Lowell : A Ballad Of Footmen
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• Richard Lovelace : To The Right Hon. My Lady Anne Lovelace