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My! ain't men blinder'n moles?

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
Blinder
Moles
Men

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To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.
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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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Poetry, far more than fiction, reveals the soul of humanity.
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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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Not a softness anywhere about me, Only whalebone and brocade.
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Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved.
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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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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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Happiness, to some, is elation to others it is mere stagnation.
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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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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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Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose.
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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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Even pain pricks to livelier living.
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Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.
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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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Can you see through the night, woman, that you stare so upon it? Man, what sparks do your eyes follow in the smouldering darkness?
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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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