I will mix me a drink of stars


I will mix me a drink of stars,—
Large stars with polychrome needles,
Small stars jetting maroon and crimson,
Cool, quiet, green stars.
I will tear them out of the sky,
And squeeze them over an old silver cup,
And I will pour the cold scorn of my Beloved into it,
So that my drink shall be bubbled with ice.

It will lap and scratch
As I swallow it down;
And I shall feel it as a serpent of fire,
Coiling and twisting in my belly.
His snortings will rise to my head,
And I shall be hot, and laugh,
Forgetting that I have ever known a woman.

Amy Lowell, 1874 – 1925

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1 thought on “I will mix me a drink of stars

  1. Faye

    What an incredible expression and imagery in this poem. Obviously loss and anger so mixed with beauty it is real and it hurts. Thank you for the sharing


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