poetry texts, poem archive at plagiarist.com

Read more poems by Amy Lowell: Amy Lowell Poems at Poetry X.

Little cramped words scrawling all over
   the paper
Like draggled fly's legs,
What can you tell of the flaring moon
Through the oak leaves?
Or of my uncertain window and the
   bare floor

Spattered with moonlight?
Your silly quirks and twists have nothing
   in them
Of blossoming hawthorns,
And this paper is dull, crisp, smooth,
   virgin of loveliness
Beneath my hand.

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart
   against
The want of you;
Of squeezing it into little inkdrops,
And posting it.
And I scald alone, here, under the fire
Of the great moon.


Submitted by Venus

Added: 2 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 12 Sep 2026 3:49 AM | Viewed: 14339 times

A PoetryNotes™ Analysis of The Letter by Amy Lowell, is Available!

A PoetryNotes™ eBook is available for this poem for delivery within 24 hours, and usually available within minutes during normal business hours.

ON SALE - only $29.95 19.95!

For more information...