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Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.
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
Rapture
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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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Happiness, to some, elation Is, to others, mere stagnation.
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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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Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin
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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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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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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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Happiness, to some, is elation to others it is mere stagnation.
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I never deny poems when they come whatever I am doing, whatever I am writing, I lay it aside and attend to the arriving poem.
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Polyphonic prose is a kind of free verse, except that it is still freer. Polyphonic makes full use of cadence, rime, alliteration, assonance.
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How hard, how desperately hard, is the way of the experimenter in art!
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In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jeweled fan, I too am a rare Pattern.
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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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I shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed.
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Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
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Witches are moon-birds, Witches are the women of the false, beautiful moon.
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I know that a creed is the shell of a lie.
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A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
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When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum.
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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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