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Fireworks
By: Amy Lowell
You hate me, and I hate you,
And we are so polite, we two!
But whenever I see you, I burst apart,
And scatter the sky with my blazing heart,
It spits and sparkles in stars and balls,
Buds into roses-and flares and falls
Scarlet buttons, and pale green disks,
Silver spirals and asterisks.
Shoot and tremble in a mist,
Peppered with mauve and amethyst,
I shine in the windows, and light up the trees,
And all because I hate you, if you please,
And when you meet me, you rend asunder,
And go up in a flaming wonder,
On saffron cubes, and crimson moons,
And wheels all amaranths and maroons,
Golden lozenges and spades,
Arrows of malachites and jades,
Patens of copper, azure sheaves
As you mount, you flash in the glossy leaves
Such fireworks we make, we two!
Because you hate me, and I hate you
A Poison Tree
By: William Blake
I was angry with my friend,
I told my wrath, my wrath did end,
I was angry with my foe,
I told it not, my wrath did grow,
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles,
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veiled the pole,
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
 Lullabyes · Fri Mar 23, 2007 @ 11:03pm · 0 Comments |
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