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To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.

Amy Lowell

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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
Life
Bellied
Swallows
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Moon
Full
Stars
Night

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A black cat among roses, phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon, the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still. It is dazed with moonlight, contented with perfume.
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My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a shelf. Their shapes are quaint and beautiful, And they have many pleasant colours and lustres To recommend them. Also the scent from them fills the room With sweetness of flowers and crushed grasses.
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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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Poetry, far more than fiction, reveals the soul of humanity.
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All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.
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I shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed.
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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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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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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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May is much sunshine through small leaves.
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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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My! ain't men blinder'n moles?
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Love is a game-yes? I think it is a drowning.
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Without poetry the soul and heart of man starves and dies.
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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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Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
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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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My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad my mind is stuffed with words Which voice the passion and the ache of things: Illusions beating with their baffled wings Against the walls of circumstance.
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A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
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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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