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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
Love
Sexual
Senses
Blind
Mystery
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Universe
Stupendous
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Magical

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How much more beautiful is the moon, Slanting down the gauffered branches of a plum-tree The moon Wavering across a bed of tulips The moon, Still, Upon your face. You shine, Beloved, You and the moon. But which is the reflection?
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Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.
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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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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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On the neck of the young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise. Youth condemns maturity condones.
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Happiness, to some, is elation to others it is mere stagnation.
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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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Everything mortal has moments immortal
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A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
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How loud clocks can tick when a room is empty, and one is alone!
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Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.
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Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin, A basin in the midst of hedges grown So thick, she cannot see her lover hiding, But she guesses he is near, And the sliding of the water Seems the stroking of a dear Hand upon her.
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Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
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Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good.
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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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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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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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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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Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
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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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