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Amy Lowell - Interlude
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When I have baked white cakes 
And grated green almonds to spread on them; 
When I have picked the green crowns from the strawberries 
And piled them, cone-pointed, in a blue and yellow platter; 
When I have smoothed the seam of the linen I have been working; 
What then? 
To-morrow it will be the same: 
Cakes and strawberries, 
And needles in and out of cloth 
If the sun is beautiful on bricks and pewter, 
How much more beautiful is the moon, 
Slanting down the gauffered branches of a plum-tree; 
The moon 
Wavering across a bed of tulips; 
The moon, 
Still, 
Upon your face. 
You shine, Beloved, 
You and the moon. 
But which is the reflection? 
The clock is striking eleven. 
I think, when we have shut and barred the door, 
The night will be dark 
Outside.
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