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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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Amy Lowell
Age: 51 †
Born: 1874
Born: February 9
Died: 1925
Died: May 12
Poet
Socialite
Writer
Brookline
Massachusetts
Amy Lawrence Lowell
Beloved
Tired
Littles
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Heart
Chafing
Posting
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Heartache

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Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
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Poetry, far more than fiction, reveals the soul of humanity.
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Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
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A black cat among roses, phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon, the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still. It is dazed with moonlight, contented with perfume.
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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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Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.
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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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All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.
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