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All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.

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Amy Lowell
Age: 51 †
Born: 1874
Born: February 9
Died: 1925
Died: May 12
Poet
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Brookline
Massachusetts
Amy Lawrence Lowell
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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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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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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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Without poetry the soul and heart of man starves and dies.
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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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I never deny poems when they come whatever I am doing, whatever I am writing, I lay it aside and attend to the arriving poem.
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Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin
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Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.
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Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved.
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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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Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.
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Even pain pricks to livelier living.
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A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
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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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