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You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.

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Amy Lowell
Age: 51 †
Born: 1874
Born: February 9
Died: 1925
Died: May 12
Poet
Socialite
Writer
Brookline
Massachusetts
Amy Lawrence Lowell
Burns
Ice
Snow
Touch
Fire
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Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin
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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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Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
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On the neck of the young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise. Youth condemns maturity condones.
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Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.
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