Obligation

Hold your apron wide
That I may pour my gifts into it,
So that scarcely shall your two arms hinder them
From falling to the ground.

I would pour them upon you
And cover you,
For greatly do I feel this need
Of giving you something,
Even these poor things.

Dearest of my Heart!

by Amy Lowell

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That is NOT the entire poem! Full text from my personal copy of 1977's Love is a Dog From (with spacing intact) : don't undress my love you might find a mannequin; don't undress the mannequin you might find my love. she's long ago forgotten me. she's trying on a new hat and looks more the coquette than ever. she is a child and a mannequin and death. I can't hate that. she didn't do anything unusual. I only wanted her to.
well explained indeed trapped like it
the title best explains this poem