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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.
Amy Lowell
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Amy Lowell
Age: 51 †
Born: 1874
Born: February 9
Died: 1925
Died: May 12
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Brookline
Massachusetts
Amy Lawrence Lowell
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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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A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
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Happiness, to some, elation Is, to others, mere stagnation.
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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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I know that a creed is the shell of a lie.
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I shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed.
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Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.
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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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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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