Drawing-room
Amy Lowell
In a dress all softness and half-tones, Indolent and half-reclined, She lay upon a couch, With the firelight reflected in her jewels. But her eyes had no reflection, They swam in a grey smoke, The smoke of smouldering ashes, The smoke of her cindered heart.
Next 10 Poems
- Amy Lowell : Dreams
- Amy Lowell : Eleven O'clock
- Amy Lowell : Epitaph In A Church-yard In Charleston, South Carolina
- Amy Lowell : Epitaph Of A Young Poet Who Died Before Having Achieved Success
- Amy Lowell : Fatigue
- Amy Lowell : Fish
- Amy Lowell : Fool's Money Bags
- Amy Lowell : Fragment
- Amy Lowell : Francis Ii, King Of Naples
- Amy Lowell : Frankincense And Myrrh
Previous 10 Poems
- Amy Lowell : Diya [original Title Is Greek, Delta-iota-psi-alpha]
- Amy Lowell : Crowned
- Amy Lowell : Crepuscule Du Matin
- Amy Lowell : Convalescence
- Amy Lowell : Coffee
- Amy Lowell : Climbing
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