(9 February 1874 – 12 May 1925 / Boston, Massachusetts)


When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.

by Amy Lowell

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