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Amy Lowell - The Artist
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Why do you subdue yourself in golds and purples? 
Why do you dim yourself with folded silks? 
Do you not see that I can buy brocades in any draper’s shop, 
And that I am choked in the twilight of all these colours. 
How pale you would be, and startling, 
How quiet; 
But your curves would spring upward 
Like a clear jet of flung water, 
You would quiver like a shot-up spray of water, 
You would waver, and relapse, and tremble. 
And I too should tremble, 
Watching. 


Murex-dyes and tinsel— 
And yet I think I could bear your beauty unshaded.
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