Home•Poems•Amy Lowell•AliensAliensA By Amy LowellThe chatter of little people Breaks on my purpose Like the water-drops which slowly wear the rocks to powder. And while I laugh My spirit crumbles at their teasing touch. Rating: Comment form:Name:Comment:*Max text - 1500. Manual moderation.Add CommentSimilar Poems:Meditation under Stars by George MeredithWhat links are ours with orbs that are So resolutely far:The solitary asks, and theyGive radiance as from a shield: Still at the death of day, The seen, the unrevealed. Implacable they shineTo us who would of Life obtain Read Poem 0136 Rating:
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