I lately realized that we didn't have a book of Amy Lowell's poetry in our collection. Surely an oversight since Lowell is a marvelous example of the New England poet with her poems such as "Lilacs" and "Monadnock in Early Spring," and I've featured her several times on Poetry Friday! I've corrected the oversight and purchased Amy Lowell: Selected Poems for our collection [821 LOW].
On this sunshiny summer's day I've decided to go with a joyous Lowell poem called "Balls."
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And cast the yellow ball straight at the buzzing stars.
All our life is a flinging of coloured balls
to impossible distances.
And in the end what have we?
A tired arm--a tip-tilted nose.
Ah! Well! Give me the purple one.
Wouldn't it be a fine thing if I could make it stick
On top of the Methodist steeple?
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