Author Amy Lowell Red foxgloves against a yellow wall streaked with plum-coloured shadows; A lady with a blue and red sunshade; The slow dash of waves upon a parapet. That is all. Non-existent — immortal — As solid as the centre of a ring of fine gold. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments