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Amy Lowell

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Guided Reading Question 1
To what does the speaker compare herself?
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  I walk down the garden-paths,
  And all the daffodils
  Are blowing, and the bright blue squills.
  I walk down the patterned garden-paths
5 In my stiff, brocaded1 gown.
  With my powdered hair and jeweled fan,
  I too am a rare
  Pattern. As I wander down
  The garden-paths.
10 My dress is richly figured2,
  And the train3
  Makes a pink and silver stain
  On the gravel, and the thrift
  Of the borders.
15 Just a plate of current fashion,
  Tripping by in high-heeled, ribboned shoes.
  Not a softness anywhere about me,
  Only whalebone4 and brocade.
  And I sink on a seat in the shade
20 Of a lime-tree. For my passion
  Wars against the stiff brocade.
  The daffodils and squills
  Flutter in the breeze
  As they please.
25 And I weep;
  For the lime-tree is in blossom
  And one small flower had dropped upon my bosom.
   
  And the plashing of waterdrops
  In the marble fountain
30 Comes down the garden-paths.
  The dripping never stops.
  Underneath my stiffened gown
  Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin5,
  A basin in the midst of hedges grown
35 So thick, she cannot see her lover hiding,
  But she guesses he is near,
  And the sliding of the water
  Seems the stroking of a dear
  Hand upon her.


Guided Reading Question 2
What are some elements of the “current fashion”?
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Guided Reading Question 3
What conflict is occurring?
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40 What is Summer in a fine brocaded gown!
  I should like to see it lying in a heap upon the ground.
  All the pink and silver crumpled up on the ground.
   
  I would be the pink and silver as I ran along the paths,
  And he would stumble after,
45 Bewildered by my laughter.
  I should see the sun flashing from his sword hilt6 and the buckles on his shoes. I would choose
  To lead him in a maze along the patterned paths,
  A bright and laughing maze for my heavy-booted lover.
50 Till he caught me in the shade,
  And the buttons of his waistcoat bruised my body as he clasped me
  Aching, melting, unafraid.
  With the shadows of the leaves and the sundrops,
  And the plopping of the waterdrops,
55 All about us in the open afternoon—
  I am very like to swoon
  With the weight of this brocade,
  For the sun sifts through the shade.
  Underneath the fallen blossom

Guided Reading Question 4
What feeling does the speaker convey?
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60 In my bosom,
  Is a letter I have hid.
  It was brought to me this morning by a rider from the Duke7.
  “Madam, we regret to inform you that Lord Hartwell
  Died in action Thursday se’nnight.8
65 As I read it in the white, morning sunlight,
  The letters squirmed like snakes.
  “Any answer, Madam,” said my footman.
  “No,” I told him.
  “See that the messenger takes some refreshment.
70 No, no answer.”
  And I walked into the garden,
  Up and down the patterned paths,
  In my stiff, correct brocade.
  The blue and yellow flowers stood up proudly in the sun,
75 Each one.
  I stood upright too,
  Held rigid to the pattern
  By the stiffness of my gown.
  Up and down I walked,
80 Up and down.

Guided Reading Question 5
What does the speaker have hidden?
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Guided Reading Question 6
What news has the speaker received?
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  In a month he would have been my husband.
  In a month, here, underneath this lime,
  We would have broke the pattern;
  He for me, and I for him,
85 He as Colonel, I as Lady,
  On this shady seat.
  He had a whim
  That sunlight carried blessing.
  And I answered, “It shall be as you have said.”
90 Now he is dead.
   
  In Summer and in Winter I shall walk
  Up and down
  The patterned garden-paths
  In my stiff, brocaded gown.
95 The squills and daffodils
  Will give place to pillared roses, and to asters, and to snow.
  I shall go
  Up and down,
  In my gown.
100 Gorgeously arrayed,
  Boned and stayed.
  And the softness of my body will be guarded from embrace
  By each button, hook, and lace.
  For the man who should loose me is dead,

Guided Reading Question 7
Who was Lord Hartwell?
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105 Fighting with the Duke in Flanders,
  In a pattern called a war.
  Christ! What are patterns for?

Guided Reading Question 8
What happened to Lord Hartwell?
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