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Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved.

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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
Upon
Fireflies
Words
Firefly
Brighter
River
Beloved
Romantic
Rivers
Dark

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Not a softness anywhere about me, Only whalebone and brocade.
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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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Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.
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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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