What type of imagery is missing in this poem?
a lady
by amy lowell
you are beautiful and faded
like an old opera tune
played upon a harpsichord;
or like the sun-flooded silks
of an eighteenth-century boudoir.
in your eyes
smoulder the fallen roses of out-lived minutes,
and the perfume of your soul
is vague and suffusing,
with the pungence of sealed spice-jars.
your half-tones delight me,
and i grow mad with gazing
at your blent colours.
my vigour is a new-minted penny,
which i cast at your feet.
gather it up from the dust,
that its sparkle may amuse you