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Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin

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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
Gowns
Bathing
Softness
Marble
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Woman
Stiffened
Women
Basin
Gown

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