Hoar Frost
Amy Lowell
In the cloud-grey mornings
I heard the herons flying;
And when I came into my garden,
My silken outer-garment
Trailed over withered leaves.
A dried leaf crumbles at a touch,
But I have seen many Autumns
With herons blowing like smoke
Across the sky.
About this poem
“Hoar-Frost” was published in Amy Lowell’s book “Pictures of the Floating World” (The Macmillan Company, 1919).
About Amy Lowell
Amy Lowell was born in Brookline, Mass., on Feb. 9, 1874. She received the Pulitzer Prize in 1926 for her book “What’s O’Clock” (Houghton Mifflin, 1925). Her other collections include “A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass” (Houghton Mifflin, 1912) and “Sword Blades and Poppy Seed” (The Macmillan Company, 1914). Lowell died in Massachusetts on May 12, 1925.
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