Towns in Colour (Amy Lowell Poems)
IRed SlippersRed slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey,windy sleet!Behind the polished glass, the slippers ...
Amy Lowell Poems on Cities (18 Poems)
A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M. (Amy Lowell Poems)
They have watered the street,It shines in the glare of lamps,Cold, white lamps,And liesLike a slow-moving river,Barred with silver and ...
Solitaire (Amy Lowell Poems)
WHEN night drifts along the streets of the city, And sifts down between the uneven roofs, My mind begins to ...
A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M (Amy Lowell Poem)
They have watered the street, It shines in the glare of lamps, Cold, white lamps, And lies Like a slow-moving ...
Afternoon Rain in State Street (Amy Lowell Poem)
Cross-hatchings of rain against grey walls, Slant lines of black rain In front of the up and down, wet stone ...
The Grocery (Amy Lowell Poem)
"Hullo, Alice!" "Hullo, Leon!" "Say, Alice, gi' me a couple O' them two for five cigars, Will yer?" "Where's your ...
The Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
The Painter on Silk (Amy Lowell Poem)
There was a man Who made his living By painting roses Upon silk. He sat in an upper chamber And ...
The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn Evening (Amy Lowell Poem)
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
The Captured Goddess (Amy Lowell Poem)
Over the housetops, Above the rotating chimney-pots, I have seen a shiver of amethyst, And blue and cinnamon have flickered ...
1777 (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Spring Day (Amy Lowell Poem)
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
The Way (Amy Lowell Poem)
At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound ...
The Taxi (Amy Lowell Poem)
When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. I call out for you against ...
Summer (Amy Lowell Poem)
Some men there are who find in nature all Their inspiration, hers the sympathy Which spurs them on to any ...