The Bungler
You glow in my heart Like the flames of uncounted candles. But when I go to warm my hands, My clumsiness overturns the light, And then I stumble Against the tables and chairs.
Amy Lowell
You glow in my heart Like the flames of uncounted candles. But when I go to warm my hands, My clumsiness overturns the light, And then I stumble Against the tables and chairs.
Amy Lowell’s speaker feels deep warmth and admiration for someone, imagining that person’s presence in her heart as the light of many candles. It is a beautiful, inviting image—love as illumination.
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