Stupidity
Amy Lowell
Track 15 on Sword Blades and Poppy Seed
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Stupidity Lyrics
Dearest, forgive that with my clumsy touch
I broke and bruised your rose.
I hardly could suppose
It were a thing so fragile that my clutch
Could kill it, thus.
It stood so proudly up upon its stem,
I knew no thought of fear,
And coming very near
Fell, overbalanced, to your garment's hem,
Tearing it down.
Now, stooping, I upgather, one by one,
The crimson petals, all
Outspread about my fall.
They hold their fragrance still, a blood-red cone
Of memory.
And with my words I carve a little jar
To keep their scented dust,
Which, opening, you must
Breathe to your soul, and, breathing, know me far
More grieved than you.
I broke and bruised your rose.
I hardly could suppose
It were a thing so fragile that my clutch
Could kill it, thus.
It stood so proudly up upon its stem,
I knew no thought of fear,
And coming very near
Fell, overbalanced, to your garment's hem,
Tearing it down.
Now, stooping, I upgather, one by one,
The crimson petals, all
Outspread about my fall.
They hold their fragrance still, a blood-red cone
Of memory.
And with my words I carve a little jar
To keep their scented dust,
Which, opening, you must
Breathe to your soul, and, breathing, know me far
More grieved than you.
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- 7.Astigmatism
- 9.Storm-Racked
- 10.Convalescence
- 11.Patience
- 12.Apology
- 13.A Petition
- 14.A Blockhead
- 15.Stupidity
- 16.Irony
- 17.Happiness
- 20.The Foreigner
- 21.Absence
- 22.A Gift
- 23.The Bungler
- 25.Miscast I
- 26.Miscast II
- 27.Anticipation
- 28.Vintage
- 30.Obligation
- 31.The Taxi
- 33.The Temple
- 40.The Basket
- 41.In a Castle
- 43.The Exeter Road
- 44.The Shadow
- 45.The Forsaken
- 46.Late September
- 47.The Pike
- 48.The Blue Scarf
- 49.White and Green
- 50.Aubade
- 51.Music
- 52.A Lady
- 53.In a Garden
- 54.A Tulip Garden
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