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

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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Universe
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Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved.
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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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You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.
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All recurring joy is pain refined.
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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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I shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed.
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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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