"A Lover" If I could catch the green lantern of the firefly I could see to write you a letter. <i>Poetry: A Magazine of Verse 1912–22.</i> Edited b… - Amy Lowell

A motor-car cuts a swathe through the bright air, sharp-beaked, irresistible, shouting to the wind to make way.

We do not ask the trees
to teach us moral lessons, and only the Salvation Army feels it necessary
to pin texts upon them. We know that these texts are ridiculous,
but many of us do not yet see that to write an obvious moral
all over a work of art, picture, statue, or poem, is not only ridiculous,
but timid and vulgar. We distrust a beauty we only half understand,
and rush in with our impertinent suggestions.

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against
The want of you