The Letter
by Amy Lowell
Little cramped words scrawling all over the paper
Like draggled fly's legs,
What can you tell of the flaring moon
Through the oak leaves?
Or of my uncertain window and thebare floor
Spattered with moonlight?
Your silly quirks and twists have nothing in them
Of blossoming hawthorns,
And this paper is dull, crisp, smooth, virgin of loveliness
Beneath my hand.
I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against
The want of you;
Of squeezing it into little inkdrops,
And posting it.
And I scald alone, here, under the fire
Of the great moon.
Today we are celebrating the role that correspondence has played in the development of poetry and our lives by writing letters ourselves!
Handwrite a letter to your favorite poet, whether they're a YWS poet or a real life poet! Maybe even handwrite them a poem.
You can post your letters here, forever to be archived and admired by lurkers in the wondrous cloud, or you can send it to your friends privately.
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