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May is much sunshine through small leaves.

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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
Small
May
Much
Sunshine
Leaves

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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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Without poetry the soul and heart of man starves and dies.
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How loud clocks can tick when a room is empty, and one is alone!
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Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.
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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 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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On the neck of the young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise. Youth condemns maturity condones.
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All recurring joy is pain refined.
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How hard, how desperately hard, is the way of the experimenter in art!
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Witches are moon-birds, Witches are the women of the false, beautiful moon.
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All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.
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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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Only those of our poets who kept solidly to the Shakespearean tradition achieved any measure of success. But Keats was the last great exponent of that tradition, and we all know how thin, how lacking in charm, the copies of Keats have become.
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My! ain't men blinder'n moles?
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Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run.
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Youth condemns maturity condones
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Poetry, far more than fiction, reveals the soul of humanity.
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Now you are come! You tremble like a star Poised where, behind earth's rim, the sun has set. Your voice has sung across my heart, but numb And mute, I have no tones to answer.
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Not a softness anywhere about me, Only whalebone and brocade.
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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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