Opal Poem by Amy Lowell

Opal

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


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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell

Boston, Massachusetts
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