Amy Lowell Poems on Fire (26 Poems)
The Letter (Amy Lowell Poems)
Little cramped words scrawling all over the paperLike draggled fly’s legs,What can you tell of the flaring moonThrough the oak leaves?Or of my uncertain window and the bare floor Spattered with moonlight?Your silly quirks and twists have nothing … Continue reading
Opal (Amy Lowell Poems)
You are ice and fire,The touch of you burns my hands like snow.You are cold and flame.You are the crimson of amaryllis,The silver of moon-touched magnolias.When I am with you,My heart is a frozen pondGleaming with agitated torches. Amy Lowell … Continue reading
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 Red Lacquer Music-Stand (Amy Lowell Poem)
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven flowers and fruits in blackening gold, The slender shaft all twined about and thickly scrolled With vine leaves and young … Continue reading
The Coal Picker (Amy Lowell Poem)
He perches in the slime, inert, Bedaubed with iridescent dirt. The oil upon the puddles dries To colours like a peacock’s eyes, And half-submerged tomato-cans Shine scaly, as leviathans Oozily crawling through the mud. The ground is here and there … 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
The Basket (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown by a candle. Puffs of darkness sweep into the corners, and keep rolling through the room behind his chair. The … Continue reading
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, then slides on again, slipping and trickling over his stone cloak. It splashes from the lead conduit of a gargoyle, … Continue reading
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 copper of Autumn hazes. Tap to the red rising sun, Tap to the purple setting sun. Four years pass before … Continue reading
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Night - Light - Man - Nature - Water - Beauty - Flowers - Mind - Silver - Gold - Life - Time - World - Fire - Sadness - Garden - Sense & Perception - Love - Morning - Woman - View All Amy Lowell Poems