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Amy Lowell - In Answer To A Request
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You ask me for a sonnet.  Ah, my Dear,
 Can clocks tick back to yesterday at noon?
 Can cracked and fallen leaves recall last June
And leap up on the boughs, now stiff and sere?
For your sake, I would go and seek the year,
 Faded beyond the purple ranks of dune,
 Blown sands of drifted hours, which the moon
Streaks with a ghostly finger, and her sneer
 Pulls at my lengthening shadow.  Yes, `tis that!
 My shadow stretches forward, and the ground
Is dark in front because the light`s behind.
 It is grotesque, with such a funny hat,
 In watching it and walking I have found
More than enough to occupy my mind.

I cannot turn, the light would make me blind.
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