A consummate summer poem.
Bath
By Amy Lowell
The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air.
The sunshine pours in at the bath-room window and bores through the water in ...
(Read it here, at the Poetry Foundation.)
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Amy has the round up at The Poem Farm today.
2 comments:
Siiiiiiggggghhhh.
I needed that poem.
:)
Happy PF!
Beautiful poem, Karen. I love the English language. Such words!
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