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When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum.

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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
Beats
Missing
Dead
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World
Drum

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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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Art is like politics. Any theory carried too far ends in sterility, and freshness is only gained by following some other line.
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So with the stretch of the white road before me, Shining snow crystals rainbowed by the sun, Fields that are white, stained with long, cool, blue shadows, Strong with the strength of my horse as we run. Joy in the touch of the wind and the sunlight! Joy! With the vigorous earth I am one.
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The stigma of oddness is the price a myopic world always exacts of genius.
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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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Happiness, to some, elation Is, to others, mere stagnation.
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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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Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.
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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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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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If what we worship fail us, still the fire burns on, and it is much to have believed.
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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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Happiness, to some, is elation to others it is mere stagnation.
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I shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed.
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Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.
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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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To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.
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