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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
Poet
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Brookline
Massachusetts
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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In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jeweled fan, I too am a rare Pattern.
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Don’t ask a writer what he’s working on. It’s like asking someone with cancer on the progress of his disease.
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Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.
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To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.
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Even pain pricks to livelier living.
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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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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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Love is a game-yes? I think it is a drowning.
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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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My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad my mind is stuffed with words Which voice the passion and the ache of things: Illusions beating with their baffled wings Against the walls of circumstance.
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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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Poetry is the most concentrated form of literature it is the most emotionalized and powerful way in which thought can be presented.
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Not a softness anywhere about me, Only whalebone and brocade.
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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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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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Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.
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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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Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved.
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