White And Green

Amy Lowell

Hey!  My daffodil-crowned,
Slim and without sandals!
As the sudden spurt of flame upon darkness
So my eyeballs are startled with you,
Supple-limbed youth among the fruit-trees,
Light runner through tasselled orchards.
You are an almond flower unsheathed
Leaping and flickering between the budded branches.

Next 10 Poems

• Amy Lowell : Wind
• Robert Lowell : Dolphin
• Robert Lowell : Epilogue
• Robert Lowell : For The Union Dead
• Robert Lowell : History
• Robert Lowell : Home After Three Months Away
• Robert Lowell : Homecoming
• Robert Lowell : Identification In Belfast
• Robert Lowell : Man And Wife
• Robert Lowell : Memories Of West Street And Lepke

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• Amy Lowell : Vintage
• Amy Lowell : Venus Transiens
• Amy Lowell : Venetian Glass
• Amy Lowell : To-morrow To Fresh Woods And Pastures New
• Amy Lowell : To John Keats
• Amy Lowell : To Elizabeth Ward Perkins
• Amy Lowell : To An Early Daffodil
• Amy Lowell : To A Friend
• Amy Lowell : The Way
• Amy Lowell : The Trumpet-vine Arbour