Amy Lowell
Poem explanation
1 You are like the stem
Of a young beech-tree,
Straight and swaying,
Breaking out in golden leaves.
5 Your walk is like the blowing of a beech-tree
On a hill.
Your voice is like leaves
Softly struck upon by a South wind.
Your shadow is no shadow, but a scattered sunshine;
10 And at night you pull the sky down to you
And hood yourself in stars.
But I am like a great oak under a cloudy sky,
Watching a stripling beech grow up at my feet.
Source: Exploring Poetry, Gale, 1997.
