Here you will find the Poem Grotesque of poet Amy Lowell
Why do the lilies goggle their tongues at me When I pluck them; And writhe and twist, And strangle themselves against my fingers, So that I can hardly weave the garland For your hair? Why do they shriek your name And spit at me When I would cluster them? Must I kill them To make them lie still, And send you a wreath of lolling corpses To turn putrid and soft On your forehead While you dance?
