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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.

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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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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To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.
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Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
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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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Without poetry the soul and heart of man starves and dies.
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Everything mortal has moments immortal
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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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Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.
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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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Love is a game-yes? I think it is a drowning.
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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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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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Poetry is the most concentrated form of literature it is the most emotionalized and powerful way in which thought can be presented.
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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.
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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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When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum.
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Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.
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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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Witches are moon-birds, Witches are the women of the false, beautiful moon.
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All recurring joy is pain refined.
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