Why do the lilies goggle their tongues at me <br />When I pluck them; <br />And writhe and twist, <br />And strangle themselves against my fingers, <br />So that I can hardly weave the garland <br />For your hair? <br />Why do they shriek your name <br />And spit at me <br />When I would cluster them? <br />Must I kill them <br />To make them lie still, <br />And send you a wreath of lolling corpses <br />To turn putrid and soft <br />On your forehead <br />While you dance?<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grotesque-4/
