The Mind
Bullion
From Pictures of the Floating World (1919): Planes of Personality
The Mind
My thoughts
Chink against my ribs
And roll about like silver hail-stones.
I should like to spill them out,
And pour them, all shining,
Over you.
But my heart is shut upon them
And holds them straitly.
Come, You! and open my heart;
That my thoughts torment me no longer,
But glitter in your hair.
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Lowell, Amy. “Bullion.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/lowell_a/225/.
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Lowell, Amy. “Bullion.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/lowell_a/225/.
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