"Lilacs, False Blue, White, Purple, Colour of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England ... Lilacs in dooryards Holding quiet conversation with an early moon; Lilacs watching a deserted house; ... Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom, You are everywhere."
"I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it."
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Source: Amy Lowell, Melissa Bradshaw (2002). “Selected Poems of Amy Lowell”, p.52, Rutgers University Press
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