What is poetry? Is it a mosaic
Of coloured stones which curiously are wrought
Into a pattern? Rather glass that's taught
By patient labor any hue to take
And glowing with a sumptuous splendor, make
Beauty a thing of awe; where sunbeams caught,
Transmuted fall in sheafs of rainbows fraught
With storied meaning for religion's sake.
About this poem
"Fragment" was originally published in Amy Lowell's first collection of poems, "A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass" (Houghton Mifflin Company, 1912).
About Amy Lowell
Amy Lowell was born in Brookline, Mass., in 1874. Among her honors is the Pulitzer Prize in poetry. Lowell died in Brookline in May of 1925.
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