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I know that a creed is the shell of a lie.
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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Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
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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 trying to explain anything, I usually find that the Bible, that great collection of magnificent and varied poetry, has said it before in the best possible way.
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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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May is much sunshine through small leaves.
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You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.
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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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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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This is war: Boys flung into a breach Like shoveled earth And old men, Broken, Driving rapidly before crowds of people In a glitter of silly decorations. Behind the boys And the old men, Life weeps, And shreds her garments To the blowing winds.
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Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.
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To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.
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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.
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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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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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