|Shadows and reflections upon the surface of a car, gilded illusions of the day's final hour|
A Fixed Idea
(By Amy Lowell)
What torture lurks within a single thought
When grown too constant, and however kind,
However welcome still, the weary mind
Aches with its presence. Dull remembrance taught
Remembers on unceasingly; unsought
The old delight is with us but to find
That all recurring joy is pain refined,
Become a habit, and we struggle, caught.
You lie upon my heart as on a nest,
Folded in peace, for you can never know
How crushed I am with having you at rest
Heavy upon my life. I love you so
You bind my freedom from its rightful quest.
In mercy lift your drooping wings and go.
|Three trees illuminated in the late afternoon light|
Well, I was in the mood for more poetry. ;-)
I really haven't very much to share today. But, since it is Amy Lowell's birth date, we can appreciate her lovely poetry and call it a day.
Here are some vids:
"From One Who Stays"
"In a Garden"