tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003733065259942703.post9118144400152936399..comments2023-10-14T05:14:29.832-07:00Comments on Off the Shelf Poems: CommentMarie Sundberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805216528444928928noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003733065259942703.post-48208831834893443232010-05-10T21:59:16.578-07:002010-05-10T21:59:16.578-07:00When I was in the 11th grade, I loved this poem by...When I was in the 11th grade, I loved this poem by Amy Lowell. I went looking for it recently online and I still find it lovely.<br /><br />The Letter<br /><br />Little cramped words scrawling all over the paper <br />Like draggled fly's legs, <br />What can you tell of the flaring moon <br />Through the oak leaves? <br />Or of my uncurtained window and the bare floor <br />Spattered with moonlight? <br />Your silly quirks and twists have nothing in them <br />Of blossoming hawthorns, <br />And this paper is dull, crisp, smooth, virgin of loveliness <br />Beneath my hand. <br />I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against <br />The want of you; <br />Of squeezing it into little inkdrops, <br />And posting it. <br />And I scald alone, here, under the fire <br />Of the greater moon.NinaGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17513645531118774033noreply@blogger.com