Amy Lowell Poems on Anger (7 Poems)

The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde (Amy Lowell Poem)

The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The air was a blue clarity. Swallows flew, And a cock crew. The iron clanging sank through the light air, Rustled … Continue reading →

Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)

I How fresh the Dartle’s little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round clouds, blown away, Let drop the yellow sunshine to gleam through And tip the edges of the waves with shifts … Continue reading →

The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)

1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of bright gold across a sheet Of calm and liquid moonshine. From inside Come shouts and streams of laughter, and a … Continue reading →

A Ballad of Footmen (Amy Lowell Poem)

Now what in the name of the sun and the stars Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars? Do men find life so full of humour and joy That for want of excitement they smash up the toy? … Continue reading →

The Fool Errant (Amy Lowell Poem)

The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A vigorous youth, but with no wish to walk, Yet his longing was great for the distant town. He whistled a … Continue reading →

The Dinner-Party (Amy Lowell Poem)

Fish “So . . .” they said, With their wine-glasses delicately poised, Mocking at the thing they cannot understand. “So . . .” they said again, Amused and insolent. The silver on the table glittered, And the red wine in … Continue reading →

Hero-Worship (Amy Lowell Poem)

A face seen passing in a crowded street, A voice heard singing music, large and free; And from that moment life is changed, and we Become of more heroic temper, meet To freely ask and give, a man complete Radiant … Continue reading →