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A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.

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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
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Men
Sacrificed
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My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad my mind is stuffed with words Which voice the passion and the ache of things: Illusions beating with their baffled wings Against the walls of circumstance.
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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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Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin
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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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When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum.
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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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In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jeweled fan, I too am a rare Pattern.
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Not a softness anywhere about me, Only whalebone and brocade.
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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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Without poetry the soul and heart of man starves and dies.
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I know that a creed is the shell of a lie.
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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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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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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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Poetry, far more than fiction, reveals the soul of humanity.
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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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Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose.
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Witches are moon-birds, Witches are the women of the false, beautiful moon.
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Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.
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