Goaded and harassed in the factory
That tears our life up into bits of days
Ticked off upon a clock which never stays,
Shredding our portion of Eternity,
We break away at last, and steal the key
Which hides a world empty of hours; ways
Of space unroll, and Heaven overlays
The leafy, sun-lit earth of Fantasy.
Beyond the ilex shadow glares the sun,
Scorching against the blue flame of the sky.
Brown lily-pads lie heavy and supine
Within a granite basin, under one
The bronze-gold glimmer of a carp; and I
Reach out my hand and pluck a nectarine.
The Matrix
Amy Lowell
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Poem topics: away, heaven, life, never, sky, space, world, fantasy, blue, earth, eternity, shadow, brown, flame, gold, clock, reach, heavy, portion, break, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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