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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
Reveals
Poetry
Fiction
Humanity
Soul

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I know that a creed is the shell of a lie.
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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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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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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 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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To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.
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Love is a game-yes? I think it is a drowning.
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Fifteen millions of soldiers with popguns and horses All bent upon killing, because their of courses Are not quite the same.
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All recurring joy is pain refined.
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My! ain't men blinder'n moles?
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Even pain pricks to livelier living.
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Not a softness anywhere about me, Only whalebone and brocade.
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Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run.
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Happiness, to some, is elation to others it is mere stagnation.
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Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.
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This is America, This vast, confused beauty, This staring, restless speed of loveliness, Mighty, overwhelming, crude, of all forms, Making grandeur out of profusion, Afraid of no incongruities, Sublime in its audacity, Bizarre breaker of moulds.
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A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
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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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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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Everything mortal has moments immortal
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