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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
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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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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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Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.
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Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
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My! ain't men blinder'n moles?
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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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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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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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Not a softness anywhere about me, Only whalebone and brocade.
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