Interlude (Amy Lowell Poems)
When I have baked white cakes And grated green almonds to spread on them; When I have picked the green ...
Amy Lowell Poems on Faces (20 Poems)
September, 1918 (Amy Lowell Poems)
This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight; The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves; The sidewalks ...
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 ...
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 ...
Clear, with Light, Variable Winds (Amy Lowell Poem)
The fountain bent and straightened itself In the night wind, Blowing like a flower. It gleamed and glittered, A tall ...
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 ...
Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
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 ...
A Coloured Print by Shokei (Amy Lowell Poem)
It winds along the face of a cliff This path which I long to explore, And over it dashes a ...
The Cross-Roads (Amy Lowell Poem)
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
The Blue Scarf (Amy Lowell Poem)
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with ...
The Paper Windmill (Amy Lowell Poem)
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
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, ...
The Shadow (Amy Lowell Poem)
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
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 Foreigner (Amy Lowell Poem)
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
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. ...
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 ...
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 ...
A Fairy Tale (Amy Lowell Poem)
On winter nights beside the nursery fire We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals Builded its pictures. There before ...