<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Clear, With Light, Variable Winds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fountain bent and straightened itself<br>In the night wind,<br>Blowing like a flower.<br>It gleamed and glittered,<br>A tall white lily,<br>Under the eye of the golden moon.<br>From a stone seat,<br>Beneath a blossoming lime,<br>The man watched it.<br>And the spray pattered<br>On the dim grass at his feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fountain tossed its water,<br>Up and up, like silver marbles.<br>Is that an arm he sees?<br>And for one moment<br>Does he catch the moving curve<br>Of a thigh?<br>The fountain gurgled and splashed,<br>And the man's face was wet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it singing that he hears?<br>A song of playing at ball?<br>The moonlight shines on the straight column of water,<br>And through it he sees a woman,<br>Tossing the water-balls.<br>Her breasts point outwards,<br>And the nipples are like buds of peonies.<br>Her flanks ripple as she plays,<br>And the water is not more undulating<br>Than the lines of her body.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come,' she sings, 'Poet!<br>Am I not more worth than your day ladies,<br>Covered with awkward stuffs,<br>Unreal, unbeautiful?<br>What do you fear in taking me?<br>Is not the night for poets?<br>I am your dream,<br>Recurrent as water,<br>Gemmed with the moon!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She steps to the edge of the pool<br>And the water runs, rustling, down her sides.<br>She stretches out her arms,<br>And the fountain streams behind her<br>Like an opened veil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the morning the gardeners came to their work.<br>'There is something in the fountain,' said one.<br>They shuddered as they laid their dead master<br>On the grass.<br>'I will close his eyes,' said the head gardener,<br>'It is uncanny to see a dead man staring at the sun.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Lowell">Amy Lowell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343668" data-title="Clear, With Light, Variable Winds de Amy Lowell" data-description="The fountain bent and straightened itself In the night wind, Blowing like a flower. It gleamed and glittered, A tall white lily, Under the eye of the golden moon. From a stone seat, Beneath a blossoming lime, The man watched it. And the spray patt..."></div> </div> </div>

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