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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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Amy Lowell
Age: 51 †
Born: 1874
Born: February 9
Died: 1925
Died: May 12
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Amy Lawrence Lowell
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I shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed.
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Everything mortal has moments immortal
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Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.
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Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose.
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When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum.
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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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If what we worship fail us, still the fire burns on, and it is much to have believed.
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Lilacs, False Blue, White, Purple, Colour of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England ... Lilacs in dooryards Holding quiet conversation with an early moon Lilacs watching a deserted house ... Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom, You are everywhere.
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Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved.
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A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
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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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How much more beautiful is the moon, Slanting down the gauffered branches of a plum-tree The moon Wavering across a bed of tulips The moon, Still, Upon your face. You shine, Beloved, You and the moon. But which is the reflection?
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Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin, A basin in the midst of hedges grown So thick, she cannot see her lover hiding, But she guesses he is near, And the sliding of the water Seems the stroking of a dear Hand upon her.
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This is war: Boys flung into a breach Like shoveled earth And old men, Broken, Driving rapidly before crowds of people In a glitter of silly decorations. Behind the boys And the old men, Life weeps, And shreds her garments To the blowing winds.
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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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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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All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.
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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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Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run.
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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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