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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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Guarded within the old red wall's embrace, Marshalled like soldiers in gay company, The tulips stand arrayed. Here infantry Wheels out into the sunlight.
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When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum.
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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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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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Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
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Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
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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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Youth condemns maturity condones
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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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On the neck of the young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise. Youth condemns maturity condones.
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Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run.
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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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