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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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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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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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Not a softness anywhere about me, Only whalebone and brocade.
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Poetry, far more than fiction, reveals the soul of humanity.
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When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
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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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Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
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When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum.
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This is war: Boys flung into a breach Like shoveled earth And old men, Broken, Driving rapidly before crowds of people In a glitter of silly decorations. Behind the boys And the old men, Life weeps, And shreds her garments To the blowing winds.
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My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a shelf. Their shapes are quaint and beautiful, And they have many pleasant colours and lustres To recommend them. Also the scent from them fills the room With sweetness of flowers and crushed grasses.
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All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.
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I know that a creed is the shell of a lie.
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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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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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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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Even pain pricks to livelier living.
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This is America, This vast, confused beauty, This staring, restless speed of loveliness, Mighty, overwhelming, crude, of all forms, Making grandeur out of profusion, Afraid of no incongruities, Sublime in its audacity, Bizarre breaker of moulds.
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The stigma of oddness is the price a myopic world always exacts of genius.
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