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Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.

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Amy Lowell
Age: 51 †
Born: 1874
Born: February 9
Died: 1925
Died: May 12
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Brookline
Massachusetts
Amy Lawrence Lowell
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Happiness, to some, elation Is, to others, mere stagnation.
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Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
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Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.
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Without poetry the soul and heart of man starves and dies.
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May is much sunshine through small leaves.
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Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.
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When trying to explain anything, I usually find that the Bible, that great collection of magnificent and varied poetry, has said it before in the best possible way.
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Poetry is the most concentrated form of literature it is the most emotionalized and powerful way in which thought can be presented.
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Lilacs, False Blue, White, Purple, Colour of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England ... Lilacs in dooryards Holding quiet conversation with an early moon Lilacs watching a deserted house ... Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom, You are everywhere.
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You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.
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Only those of our poets who kept solidly to the Shakespearean tradition achieved any measure of success. But Keats was the last great exponent of that tradition, and we all know how thin, how lacking in charm, the copies of Keats have become.
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This is war: Boys flung into a breach Like shoveled earth And old men, Broken, Driving rapidly before crowds of people In a glitter of silly decorations. Behind the boys And the old men, Life weeps, And shreds her garments To the blowing winds.
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Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose.
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Don’t ask a writer what he’s working on. It’s like asking someone with cancer on the progress of his disease.
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How hard, how desperately hard, is the way of the experimenter in art!
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To understand Vers libre, one must abandon all desire to find in it the even rhythm of metrical feet. One must allow the lines to flow as they will when read aloud by an intelligent reader.
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I know that a creed is the shell of a lie.
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