Fragment (What is poetry? Is it a mosaic)
What is poetry? Is it a mosaic Of coloured stones which curiously are wrought Into a pattern? Rather glass that’s taught By patient labor any hue to take And glowing with a sumptuous splendor, make Beauty a thing of awe; where sunbeams caught, Transmuted fall in sheafs of rainbows fraught With storied meaning for religion’s sake.
Amy Lowell’s other poems:
- The Fool Errant
- The Cyclists
- The Paper Windmill
- Francis II, King of Naples
- To Elizabeth Ward Perkins
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