
The speaker tries to gather lilies into a garland for another person’s hair, but imagines the flowers resisting with grotesque animation. They goggle their tongues, writhe, twist, strangle themselves around the speaker’s fingers, shriek the intended recipient’s name, and spit as the speaker attempts to cluster them. The speaker wonders whether the lilies must be killed into stillness, so that a wreath of their lolling corpses may rot upon the dancer’s forehead.
By Amy Lowell · First published 1913 · Genre: Literary Fiction, Psychological Fiction, Historical Fiction · 127 words
Why do the lilies goggle their tongues at me / When I pluck them; / And writhe, and twist, / And strangle themselves against my fingers, / So that I can hardly weave the garland / For your hair? / Why do they shriek your name / And spit at me / When I would cluster them? / Must I kill them / To make them lie still, / And send you a wreath of lolling corpses / To turn putrid and soft / On your forehead / While you dance?
Grotesque (Amy Lowell) is listed on Textopian as a poem by Amy Lowell, dated 1913 CE.
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grotesque · modernism · poetry · imagery · emotion · nature · human experience · existentialism · symbolism · introspection · beauty · distortion