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I shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed.

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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
Arrayed
Gown
Gowns
Stayed
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Gorgeously
Boned

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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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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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Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose.
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When trying to explain anything, I usually find that the Bible, that great collection of magnificent and varied poetry, has said it before in the best possible way.
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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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All recurring joy is pain refined.
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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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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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Happiness, to some, is elation to others it is mere stagnation.
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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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Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.
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You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.
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To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.
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I should like to bring a case to trial: Prosperity versus Beauty, Cash registers teetering in a balance against the comfort of the soul.
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Guarded within the old red wall's embrace, Marshalled like soldiers in gay company, The tulips stand arrayed. Here infantry Wheels out into the sunlight.
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Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run.
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Lilacs, False Blue, White, Purple, Colour of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England ... Lilacs in dooryards Holding quiet conversation with an early moon Lilacs watching a deserted house ... Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom, You are everywhere.
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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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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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