You glow in my heart
Like the flames of uncounted candles.
But when I go to warm my hands,
My clumsiness overturns the light,
And then I stumble
Against the tables and chairs.
The Bungler
Analysis, meaning and summary of Amy Lowell's poem The Bungler
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