Rhyme and Glitter

Be not angry with me that I bear 
   

Your colours everywhere, 
   

All through each crowded street, 
   

And meet 
   

The wonder-light in every eye, 
   

As I go by. 



Each plodding wayfarer looks up to gaze, 
   

Blinded by rainbow haze, 
   

The stuff of happiness, 
   

No less, 
   

Which wraps me in its glad-hued folds 
   

Of peacock golds. 



Before my feet the dusty, rough-paved way 
   

Flushes beneath its gray. 
   

My steps fall ringed with light, 
   

So bright, 
   

It seems a myriad suns are strown 
   

About the town. 



Around me is the sound of steepled bells, 
   

And rich perfumed smells 
   

Hang like a wind-forgotten cloud, 
  

And shroud 
   

Me from close contact with the world. 
   

I dwell impearled. 



You blazon me with jewelled insignia. 
   

A flaming nebula 
   

Rims in my life. And yet 
   

You set 
   

The word upon me, unconfessed 
   

To go unguessed.

~Amy Lowell "Apology" 1922

I stumbled across this poem late last year and I love the way it's just spilling out light and colour with a stream of vivid images…
And that subtle clincher at the end <3

Ah, poetry…!