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Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.

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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
Senses
Blind
Mystery
Poor
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Universe
Stupendous
Facts
Magical
Love
Sexual

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All recurring joy is pain refined.
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Happiness, to some, is elation to others it is mere stagnation.
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How loud clocks can tick when a room is empty, and one is alone!
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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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The stigma of oddness is the price a myopic world always exacts of genius.
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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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My! ain't men blinder'n moles?
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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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Not a softness anywhere about me, Only whalebone and brocade.
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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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All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.
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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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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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Witches are moon-birds, Witches are the women of the false, beautiful moon.
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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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