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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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May is much sunshine through small leaves.
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Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run.
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Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.
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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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A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
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Great emotion always tends to become rhythmic, and out of that tendency the forms of art have been evolved. Art becomes artificial only when the forms take precedence over the emotion.
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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 books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.
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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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In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jeweled fan, I too am a rare Pattern.
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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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How loud clocks can tick when a room is empty, and one is alone!
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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 am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.
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The stigma of oddness is the price a myopic world always exacts of genius.
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All recurring joy is pain refined.
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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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My! ain't men blinder'n moles?
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Witches are moon-birds, Witches are the women of the false, beautiful moon.
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