LOCATIONS and times—what is it in me that meets them all, whenever and wherever, and
makes
me at home?
Forms, colors, densities, odors—what is it in me that corresponds with them?
by Amy LowellThe path runs straight between the flowering rows,
A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom,
Where phlox and marigolds dispute for room
With tall, red dahlias and the briar rose.