Opus 80 Poem by Arthur Davison Ficke

Opus 80



OH my little house of glass!
How carefully
I have planted shrubbery
To plume before your transparency.
Light is too amorous of you,
Transfusing through and through
Your panes with an effulgence never new.
Sometimes
I am terribly tempted
To throw the stones myself.

Friday, January 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: house
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