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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.

Amy Lowell

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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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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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Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved.
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Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose.
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Without poetry the soul and heart of man starves and dies.
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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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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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How loud clocks can tick when a room is empty, and one is alone!
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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 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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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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My! ain't men blinder'n moles?
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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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Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
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Witches are moon-birds, Witches are the women of the false, beautiful moon.
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