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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
Gorgeously
Boned
Arrayed
Gown
Gowns
Stayed
Shall

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My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad my mind is stuffed with words Which voice the passion and the ache of things: Illusions beating with their baffled wings Against the walls of circumstance.
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Everything mortal has moments immortal
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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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Happiness, to some, elation Is, to others, mere stagnation.
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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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Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
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Fifteen millions of soldiers with popguns and horses All bent upon killing, because their of courses Are not quite the same.
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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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How loud clocks can tick when a room is empty, and one is alone!
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How hard, how desperately hard, is the way of the experimenter in art!
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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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How much more beautiful is the moon, Slanting down the gauffered branches of a plum-tree The moon Wavering across a bed of tulips The moon, Still, Upon your face. You shine, Beloved, You and the moon. But which is the reflection?
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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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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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Witches are moon-birds, Witches are the women of the false, beautiful moon.
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Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.
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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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Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run.
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