Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)

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:

  1. The Fool Errant
  2. The Cyclists
  3. The Paper Windmill
  4. Francis II, King of Naples
  5. To Elizabeth Ward Perkins

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