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Poetry, far more than fiction, reveals the soul of humanity.

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
Soul
Reveals
Poetry
Fiction
Humanity

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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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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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Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.
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May is much sunshine through small leaves.
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Art is like politics. Any theory carried too far ends in sterility, and freshness is only gained by following some other line.
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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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Now you are come! You tremble like a star Poised where, behind earth's rim, the sun has set. Your voice has sung across my heart, but numb And mute, I have no tones to answer.
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When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum.
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Happiness, to some, elation Is, to others, mere stagnation.
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Only those of our poets who kept solidly to the Shakespearean tradition achieved any measure of success. But Keats was the last great exponent of that tradition, and we all know how thin, how lacking in charm, the copies of Keats have become.
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Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.
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Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run.
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To understand Vers libre, one must abandon all desire to find in it the even rhythm of metrical feet. One must allow the lines to flow as they will when read aloud by an intelligent reader.
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Not a softness anywhere about me, Only whalebone and brocade.
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Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
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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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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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Happiness, to some, is elation to others it is mere stagnation.
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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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I shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed.
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