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"And my love will go on speaking to you
Through the chairs, & the tables, & the pictures,
As it does now through my voice,
And the quick, necessary touch of my hand." — "Penumbra"

"And my love will go on speaking to you
Through the chairs, & the tables, & the pictures,
As it does now through my voice,
And the quick, necessary touch of my hand." — "Penumbra"

"You are ice & fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
You are cold & flame.
You are the crimson of amaryllis,
The silver of moon-touched magnolias.
When I am w/ you,
My heart is a frozen pond
Gleaming w/ agitated torches." — "Opal"

"You shine, Beloved,
You and the moon.
But which is the reflection?
The clock is striking eleven.
I think, when we have shut and barred the door,
The night will be dark
Outside." — "Interlude"

"Ah, Beloved, do you see those orange lilies?
They knew my mother,
But who belonging to me will they know
When I am gone."

"I am tired, Beloved, of chafting my heart against
The want of you;
Of squeezing it into little inkdrops,
And posting it.
And I scald alone, here, under the fire
Of the great moon." — "The Letter" by Amy Lowell