Nature
A Sprig of Rosemary
From Pictures of the Floating World (1919): Planes of Personality
Nature
I cannot see your face.
When I think of you,
It is your hands which I see.
Your hands
Sewing,
Holding a book,
Resting for a moment on the sill of a window.
My eyes keep always the sight of your hands,
But my heart holds the sound of your voice,
And the soft brightness which is your soul.
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MLA
Lowell, Amy. “A Sprig of Rosemary.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/lowell_a/247/.
Chicago
Lowell, Amy. “A Sprig of Rosemary.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/lowell_a/247/.
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