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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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Amy Lowell
Age: 51 †
Born: 1874
Born: February 9
Died: 1925
Died: May 12
Poet
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Writer
Brookline
Massachusetts
Amy Lawrence Lowell
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Polyphonic prose is a kind of free verse, except that it is still freer. Polyphonic makes full use of cadence, rime, alliteration, assonance.
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Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
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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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Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.
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Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose.
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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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Even pain pricks to livelier living.
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Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
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Poetry, far more than fiction, reveals the soul of humanity.
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So with the stretch of the white road before me, Shining snow crystals rainbowed by the sun, Fields that are white, stained with long, cool, blue shadows, Strong with the strength of my horse as we run. Joy in the touch of the wind and the sunlight! Joy! With the vigorous earth I am one.
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Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.
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My! ain't men blinder'n moles?
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Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved.
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All recurring joy is pain refined.
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To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.
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