by Amy Lowell
Peonies
The strange pink colour of Chinese porcelains,
Wonderful—the glow of them.
But, my Dear, it is the pale blue larkspur
Which swings windily against my heart.
Other Summers—
And a cricket chirping in the grass.
From:
Pulitzer Prize Poems
Copyright ©:
1941, Random House, NY
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