Aubade

Amy Lowell

As I would free the white almond from the green husk
So would I strip your trappings off,
Beloved.
And fingering the smooth and polished kernel
I should see that in my hands glittered a gem beyond counting.

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• Amy Lowell : Clear, With Light, Variable Winds
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• Amy Lowell : At Night
• Amy Lowell : Astigmatism
• Amy Lowell : Apples Of Hesperides
• Amy Lowell : Apology
• Amy Lowell : Anticipation
• Amy Lowell : An Opera House
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• Amy Lowell : Aftermath
• Amy Lowell : After Hearing A Waltz By Bartok