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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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This is America, This vast, confused beauty, This staring, restless speed of loveliness, Mighty, overwhelming, crude, of all forms, Making grandeur out of profusion, Afraid of no incongruities, Sublime in its audacity, Bizarre breaker of moulds.
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Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good.
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Happiness, to some, elation Is, to others, mere stagnation.
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Fifteen millions of soldiers with popguns and horses All bent upon killing, because their of courses Are not quite the same.
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I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.
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When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
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Without poetry the soul and heart of man starves and dies.
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Now you are come! You tremble like a star Poised where, behind earth's rim, the sun has set. Your voice has sung across my heart, but numb And mute, I have no tones to answer.
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Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.
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How hard, how desperately hard, is the way of the experimenter in art!
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Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
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Can you see through the night, woman, that you stare so upon it? Man, what sparks do your eyes follow in the smouldering darkness?
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My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a shelf. Their shapes are quaint and beautiful, And they have many pleasant colours and lustres To recommend them. Also the scent from them fills the room With sweetness of flowers and crushed grasses.
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To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.
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Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.
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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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Art is like politics. Any theory carried too far ends in sterility, and freshness is only gained by following some other line.
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I shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed.
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I must be mad, or very tired, When the curve of a blue bay beyond a railroad track Is shrill and sweet to me like the sudden springing of a tune, And the sight of a white church above thin trees in a city square Amazes my eyes as though it were the Parthenon.
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If what we worship fail us, still the fire burns on, and it is much to have believed.
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