A Decade

What a strange country
This is where I have wandered,
This country where I have learned to know
The vivid trees and strange flowers,
Each one with a name
I have had to remember that
Now I would forget.

The nights have been clear
With a silver moon and I thought
That everywhere I had traveled,
I should have been like the trees,
Colourfully dressed, with scented,
Bright-haired flowers leaning to me.
What a strange country
And what a strange time!

• Amy Lowell