O you,
Who came upon me
Stretched under apple-trees just after bathing,
Why did you not strangle me before
Rather than fill me with the wild white honey of your
And then leave me to the
Of the forest bees?
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Amy Lowell
Amy Lawrence Lowell (February 9, 1874 – May 12, 1925) was an American poet of the imagist school, which was promoting a return to classical valu…
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