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Even pain pricks to livelier living.
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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Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.
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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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Poetry, far more than fiction, reveals the soul of humanity.
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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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Happiness, to some, elation Is, to others, mere stagnation.
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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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Can you see through the night, woman, that you stare so upon it? Man, what sparks do your eyes follow in the smouldering darkness?
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Youth condemns maturity condones
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Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose.
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Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved.
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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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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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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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Not a softness anywhere about me, Only whalebone and brocade.
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All recurring joy is pain refined.
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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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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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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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I shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed.
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