Did the door move, or was it always ajar?
The gladioli on the table are pale mauve.
I smell pale mauve and blue,
Blue soft like bruises-putrid-oozing-
The air oozes blue-mauve-
And the door with the black line where it does not shut!
I must pass that door to go to bed,
Or I must stay here
And watch the crack
Oozing air.
Is it-air?
The Country House
Amy Lowell
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Poem topics: stay, smell, black, soft, watch, blue, door, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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