Amy Lowell

A lady

A Lady

You are beautiful and faded 
Like an old opera tune 
Played upon a harpsichord; 
Or like the sun-flooded silks 
Of an eighteenth-century boudoir. 
In your eyes 
Smoulder the fallen roses of out-lived minutes, 
And the perfume of your soul 
Is vague and suffusing, 
With the pungence of sealed spice-jars. 
Your half-tones delight me, 
And I grow mad with gazing 
At your blent colours.
My vigour is a new-minted penny, Which I cast at your feet. Gather it up from the dust, That its sparkle may amuse you.

From 'Sword Blades & Poppy Seed'

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