The Bungler

Amy Lowell

You glow in my heart
Like the flames of uncounted candles.
But when I go to warm my hands,
My clumsiness overturns the light,
And then I stumble
Against the tables and chairs.

Next 10 Poems

• Amy Lowell : The Captured Goddess
• Amy Lowell : The City Of Falling Leaves
• Amy Lowell : The Coal Picker
• Amy Lowell : The Cremona Violin: Part 01
• Amy Lowell : The Cremona Violin: Part 02
• Amy Lowell : The Cremona Violin: Part 03
• Amy Lowell : The Cremona Violin: Part 04
• Amy Lowell : The Cremona Violin: Part 05
• Amy Lowell : The Crescent Moon
• Amy Lowell : The Cyclists

Previous 10 Poems

• Amy Lowell : The Boston Athenaeum
• Amy Lowell : The Book Of Hours Of Sister Clotilde
• Amy Lowell : The Blue Scarf
• Amy Lowell : Teatro Bambino. Dublin, N. H.
• Amy Lowell : Talk
• Amy Lowell : Sword Blades And Poppy Seed
• Amy Lowell : Sunshine Through A Cobwebbed Window
• Amy Lowell : Summer
• Amy Lowell : Suggested By The Cover Of A Volume Of Keats's Poems
• Amy Lowell : Stupidity