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Everything mortal has moments immortal

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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
Mortal
Immortal
Mortals
Moments
Everything

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My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad my mind is stuffed with words Which voice the passion and the ache of things: Illusions beating with their baffled wings Against the walls of circumstance.
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Great emotion always tends to become rhythmic, and out of that tendency the forms of art have been evolved. Art becomes artificial only when the forms take precedence over the emotion.
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My! ain't men blinder'n moles?
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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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Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved.
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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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All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.
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Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.
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Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.
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How loud clocks can tick when a room is empty, and one is alone!
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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 shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed.
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Poets are always the advance guard of literature the advance guard of life. It is for this reason that their recognition comes so slowly.
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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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To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.
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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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Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
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I should like to bring a case to trial: Prosperity versus Beauty, Cash registers teetering in a balance against the comfort of the soul.
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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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Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin, A basin in the midst of hedges grown So thick, she cannot see her lover hiding, But she guesses he is near, And the sliding of the water Seems the stroking of a dear Hand upon her.
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