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Not a softness anywhere about me, Only whalebone and brocade.

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Amy Lowell
Age: 51 †
Born: 1874
Born: February 9
Died: 1925
Died: May 12
Poet
Socialite
Writer
Brookline
Massachusetts
Amy Lawrence Lowell
Brocade
Softness
Anywhere

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Now you are come! You tremble like a star Poised where, behind earth's rim, the sun has set. Your voice has sung across my heart, but numb And mute, I have no tones to answer.
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I shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed.
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