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The Blue Scarf
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered
over with silver, brocaded
In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with dark knotted fringes,
it lies there,
Warm from a woman's soft shoulders, and my fingers close on it,
caressing.

Where is she, the woman who wore it? The scent of her
lingers and drugs me!
A languor, fire-shotted, runs through me, and I crush the scarf
down
on my face,
And gulp in the warmth and the blueness, and my eyes swim
in cool-tinted heavens.

Around me are columns of marble, and a diapered, sun-flickered pavement.

Rose-leaves blow and patter against it.
Below the stone
steps a lute tinkles.

A jar of green jade throws its shadow half over the floor.
A
big-bellied
Frog hops through the sunlight and plops in the gold-bubbled water
of a basin,
Sunk in the black and white marble.
The west wind has
lifted a scarf
On the seat close beside me, the blue of it is a violent outrage
of colour.

She draws it more closely about her, and it ripples beneath
her slight stirring.

Her kisses are sharp buds of fire; and I burn back against her,
a jewel
Hard and white; a stalked, flaming flower; till I break to
a handful of cinders,
And open my eyes to the scarf, shining blue in the afternoon sunshine.

How loud clocks can tick when a room is empty,
and one is alone!
Written by: Amy Lowell

Book: Shattered Sighs