Amy Lowell

Here you will find the Poem Frankincense and Myrrh of poet Amy Lowell

Frankincense and Myrrh

My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings 
Vibrate most readily to minor chords, 
Searching and sad; my mind is stuffed with words 
Which voice the passion and the ache of things: 
Illusions beating with their baffled wings 
Against the walls of circumstance, and hoards 
Of torn desires, broken joys; records 
Of all a bruised life's maimed imaginings. 
Now you are come! You tremble like a star 
Poised where, behind earth's rim, the sun has set. 
Your voice has sung across my heart, but numb 
And mute, I have no tones to answer. Far 
Within I kneel before you, speechless yet, 
And life ablaze with beauty, I am dumb.