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Amy Lowell - The Matrix

Goaded and harassed in the factory
That tears our life up into bits of days
Ticked off upon a clock which never stays,
Shredding our portion of Eternity,
We break away at last, and steal the key
Which hides a world empty of hours; ways
Of space unroll, and Heaven overlays
The leafy, sun-lit earth of Fantasy.
Beyond the ilex shadow glares the sun,
Scorching against the blue flame of the sky.
Brown lily-pads lie heavy and supine
Within a granite basin, under one
The bronze-gold glimmer of a carp; and I
Reach out my hand and pluck a nectarine.

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Poet: Amy Lowell
Poem: 3. The Matrix
Volume: A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass
- Sonnets
Poem of the Day: Dec 31 2013

Comment 1 of 1, added on November 15th, 2004 at 8:23 PM.

I love this poem! It is beautifully written.

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