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When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum.
Amy Lowell
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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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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.
Amy Lowell
Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run.
Amy Lowell
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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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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Even pain pricks to livelier living.
Amy Lowell
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.
Amy Lowell
Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good.
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Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
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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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Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose.
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My! ain't men blinder'n moles?
Amy Lowell
Happiness, to some, elation Is, to others, mere stagnation.
Amy Lowell
Without poetry the soul and heart of man starves and dies.
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A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
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Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.
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All recurring joy is pain refined.
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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.
Amy Lowell
Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin
Amy Lowell
Not a softness anywhere about me, Only whalebone and brocade.
Amy Lowell
If what we worship fail us, still the fire burns on, and it is much to have believed.
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