Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | August 18, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: A Fixed Idea

by Amy Lowell (1874 – 1925).

A Fixed Idea

What torture lurks within a single thought
When grown too constant; and however kind,
However welcome still, the weary mind
Aches with its presence. Dull remembrance taught
Remembers on unceasingly; unsought                                     5
The old delight is with us but to find
That all recurring joy is pain refined,
Become a habit, and we struggle, caught.
You lie upon my heart as on a nest,
Folded in peace, for you can never know                                10
How crushed I am with having you at rest
Heavy upon my life. I love you so
You bind my freedom from its rightful quest.
In mercy lift your drooping wings and go.

Notes:
http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/g_l/amylowell/lowell.htm
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/435

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