A Gift

Amy LowellAmy Lowell

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See! I give myself to you, Beloved!
My words are little jars
For you to take and put upon a shelf.
Their shapes are quaint and beautiful,
And they have many pleasant colours and lustres
To recommend them.
Also the scent from them fills the room
With sweetness of flowers and crushed grasses.When I shall have given you the last one,
You will have the whole of me,
But I shall be dead
Amy Lowell
About the poet

Amy Lowell

1874 - 1925/AmericanAmy Lowell was born in 1874 at Sevenels, a ten-acre family estate in Brookline, Massachusetts. Her family was Episcopalian, of old New England stock, and at the top of Boston society. Lowell was the youngest of five children. Her elder bro…

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