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Witches are moon-birds, Witches are the women of the false, beautiful moon.

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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
Women
Witches
Life
Witch
Birds
False
Bird
Moon
Inspirational
Beautiful

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Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
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I shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed.
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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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On the neck of the young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise. Youth condemns maturity condones.
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Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.
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Poetry, far more than fiction, reveals the soul of humanity.
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Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
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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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To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.
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A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
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Without poetry the soul and heart of man starves and dies.
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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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