Why do you subdue yourself in golds and purples? <br />Why do you dim yourself with folded silks? <br />Do you not see that I can buy brocades in any draper’s shop, <br />And that I am choked in the twilight of all these colours. <br />How pale you would be, and startling, <br />How quiet; <br />But your curves would spring upward <br />Like a clear jet of flung water, <br />You would quiver like a shot-up spray of water, <br />You would waver, and relapse, and tremble. <br />And I too should tremble, <br />Watching. <br /> <br /> <br />Murex-dyes and tinsel— <br />And yet I think I could bear your beauty unshaded.<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-artist-35/
