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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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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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Witches are moon-birds, Witches are the women of the false, beautiful moon.
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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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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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Polyphonic prose is a kind of free verse, except that it is still freer. Polyphonic makes full use of cadence, rime, alliteration, assonance.
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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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On the neck of the young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise. Youth condemns maturity condones.
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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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Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run.
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How loud clocks can tick when a room is empty, and one is alone!
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Not a softness anywhere about me, Only whalebone and brocade.
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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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Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
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How hard, how desperately hard, is the way of the experimenter in art!
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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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Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
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Everything mortal has moments immortal
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Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.
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Poetry, far more than fiction, reveals the soul of humanity.
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I should like to bring a case to trial: Prosperity versus Beauty, Cash registers teetering in a balance against the comfort of the soul.
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