Hello and welcome to the Daily Poem. I'm Heidi White, and today is Monday, June 28th. And today I'm going to read for you a poem by American poet Amy Loll. Amy Lolle was born in Brookline, Massachusetts in 1874, and she lived until 1925. She was a poet, an editor, a performer, and a translator.

She devoted her life to the development and advancement

of modern poetry, capital M modern.

We'll talk about that in a minute.

She said of herself, God made me a businesswoman,

and I made myself a poet.

And over the course of her career, she published and wrote over 650 poems, but perhaps

her most lasting legacy is her effort to awaken and enlighten American readers in the public square to embrace and accept contemporary

trends in poetry. And today's poem is called Bath, and this is how it goes. The day is

fresh washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air.

The sunshine pours in the bathroom window and bores through the water in the bathtub

in laths and plains of greenish-white.

It cleaves the water into flaws like a jewel and cracks it to bright light.

Little spots of sunshine lie on the surface of the water and dance, dance.

And their reflections wobbled deliciously over the ceiling.

A stir of my finger sets them whirring, reeling.

I move a foot and the plains of light in the water jar. A stir of my finger sets them whirring, reeling.

I move a foot and the planes of light in the water jar.

I lie back and laugh and let the green white water,

the sun-flod barrel water flow over me.

The day is almost too bright to bear.

The green water covers me from the too bright day.

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