“Bullion” by Amy Lowell


My thoughts
Chink  against my ribs
And roll about like silver hail-stones.
I should like to spill them out,
And pour them, all shining,
Over you.
But my heart is shut upon them
And holds them straitly.

Come, you! and open my heart ;
That my thoughts torment me no longer,
But glitter in your hair.

Published in Some Imagist Poets: An Anthology (1915)

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