A Poet's Wife Poem by Amy Lowell
A Poet's Wife
You have taken our love and turned it into coins of silver.
You sell the love poems you wrote for me,
And with the price of them you buy many cups of wine.
I beg that you remain dumb,
That you write no more poems.
For the wine does us both an injury,
And the words of your heart
Have become the common speech of the Emperor's concubines.
What direct language, so sharp and rough, but very clear. This is about love and its farewell, not as it should be according to the poetess.5 Stars for thie Classic Poem Of The Day
A very incisive write expressing a blunt, conversational, and deeply bitter accusation. A gripping opening line depicting an act of betrayal on the sanctity of love and marriage.
Heart burns when love no longer remains as love and feelings that were once inspired those poems become mechanical depiction in poems afterwards.
A clear statement in this striking poem the declaration of an offended heart, deeply hurt by the disloyalty shown, very fascinating poem by Amy Lowell powerful words that can kill a lover
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To the depths of her heart unhappiness over her husband's choices... I wonder if it was in any way biographical
It looks so familiar to me... I wonder whether it was an adaption from the English translation of a classical Chinese poem.