Hold your soul open for my welcoming.
Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me
With its clear and rippled coolness,
That, loose-limbed and weary, I find rest,
Outstretched upon your peace, as on a bed of ivory.
Let the flickering flame of your soul play all about me,
That into my limbs may come the keenness of fire,
The life and joy of tongues of flame,
And, going out from you, tightly strung and in tune,
I may rouse the blear-eyed world,
And pour into it the beauty which you have begotten.
The Giver Of Stars
Amy Lowell
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Poem topics: beauty, fire, joy, life, peace, world, play, clear, spirit, hold, open, quiet, soul, flame, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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Patty : MUST read page 14 of Gilly MacMillan’sbook, ODD CHILD OUT recounting a Somalian refugee fleeing and giving birth outside in a desert and how “the stars coaxed her baby out of her body” Amazing how I read book today and now, in the middle of the night, I just discovered this wonderful poet, Amy Lowell! Goosebumps!! Meant to Be
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