http://gl-oriana.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] gl-oriana.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] greatpoetry2007-03-29 10:56 am
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"Fireworks" by Amy Lowell

You hate me and I hate you
And we are so polite, we two!

But whenever I see you, I burst apart
And scatter the sky with my blazing heart.
It spits and sparkles in the stars and balls,
Buds into roses – and flares, and falls.

Scarlet buttons, and pale green disks,
Silver spirals and asterisks,
Shoot and tremble in a mist
Peppered with mauve and amethyst.

I shine in the windows and light up the trees,
And all because I hate you, if you please.

And when you meet me, you rend asunder
And go up in a flaming wonder
Of saffron cubes, and crimson moons,
And wheels all amaranths and maroons.

Golden lozenges and spades
Arrows of malachites and jades,
Patens of copper, azure sheaves.
As you mount, you flash in the glossy leaves.

Such fireworks as we make, we two!
Because you hate me and I hate you.

[identity profile] moireach.livejournal.com 2007-03-29 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Dude, I totally like this but -- And all because I hate you, if you please. -- that scans so wrong it sets my teeth on edge. What were you thinking, Amy?

[identity profile] fflo.livejournal.com 2007-03-29 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm inclined to give her credit for possibly having done that on purpose, and ask why she mighta.

[identity profile] peccare.livejournal.com 2007-03-29 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
yeah same here,even though it totally threw me.

[identity profile] mm511.livejournal.com 2007-03-29 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Funny, that line didn't bother me, but I read "And wheels all amaranths and maroons" and nearly fell off my chair, I felt so thrown. Perhaps I'm pronouncing 'amaranths' wrong, but that line has like ninety-seven stressed syllables in it, if you ask me.

[identity profile] peccare.livejournal.com 2007-03-29 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
how do you say amaranths? i say AMaranths. am i embarrassingly wrong?

just thought of this stanza

[identity profile] fflo.livejournal.com 2007-03-29 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.


Auden. Not that she's for sure doing that there. Just worth pondering.