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 Dancing (19 Poems)
Stravinsky’s (Amy Lowell Poems)
First MovementThin-voiced, nasal pipesDrawing sound out and outUntil it is a screeching thread,Sharp and cutting, sharp and cutting,It hurts.Whee-e-e!Bump! Bump! ...
Bath (Amy Lowell Poems)
The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. ...
The Travelling Bear (Amy Lowell Poems)
GRASS-BLADES push up between the cobblestones And catch the sun on their flat sides Shooting it back, Gold and emerald, ...
Grotesque (Amy Lowell Poems)
Why do the lilies goggle their tongues at meWhen I pluck them;And writhe and twist,And strangle themselves against my fingers,So ...
After Hearing a Waltz by Bartok (Amy Lowell Poem)
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
Teatro Bambino. Dublin, N. H. (Amy Lowell Poem)
How still it is! Sunshine itself here falls In quiet shafts of light through the high trees Which, arching, make ...
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 ...
Hora Stellatrix (Amy Lowell Poem)
The stars hang thick in the apple tree, The south wind smells of the pungent sea, Gold tulip cups are ...
Stravinsky’s Three Pieces (Amy Lowell Poems)
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp ...
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 ...
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, ...
A Tale of Starvation (Amy Lowell Poem)
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love, And a disagreeable man was he. He loathed his neighbours, ...
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, ...
An Aquarium (Amy Lowell Poem)
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
A Roxbury Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
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 ...
Wind (Amy Lowell Poem)
He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea, He steals the down from the honeybee, He makes the ...