The Library is closed today, tomorrow, and Sunday, but I do have a poem for you today! It's not exactly a patriotic poem, but a good one to share nonetheless for Lowell's use of color and the description of fireworks.
by Amy Lowell
You hate me and I hate you
And we are so polite, we two!
But whenever I see you, I burst apart
And scatter the sky with my bursting heart.
It spits and sparkles in the stars and balls,
Buds into roses – and flares and falls.
Scarlet buttons, and pale green disks,
Silver spirals and asterisks,
Shoot and tremble in a mist
Peppered with mauve and amethyst.
I shine in the windows and light up the trees
And all because I hate you, if you please.
And when you meet me, you rend asunder
And go up in a flaming wonder
Of saffron cubes and crimson moons,
And wheels all amaranths and maroons.
Gold lozenges and spades
Arrows of malachites and jades,
Patens of copper, azure sheaves
As you mount, you flash in glossy leaves.
Such fireworks as we make, we two!
Because you hate me and I hate you.
The poem was published one hundred years ago in The Atlantic Monthly Magazine.
Stop by Mainely Write for this week's Poetry Friday Round-Up. Have a safe 4th of July and leave the fireworks to the experts!
Photo by Carol M. Highsmith courtesy Library of Congress.