The Swans (Amy Lowell Poems)
The swans float and float Along the moat Around the Bishop's garden, And the white clouds push Across a blue ...
Amy Lowell Poems on Garden (25 Poems)
Twenty-Four Hokku On A Modern Theme (Amy Lowell Poems)
I Again the larkspur, Heavenly blue in my garden. They, at least, unchanged. II How have I ...
Diya (Amy Lowell Poems)
Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night! See where it casts the shadow of that tree Far out upon ...
The Garden By Moonlight (Amy Lowell Poems)
A black cat among roses, Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon, The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The ...
Reflections (Amy Lowell Poems)
When I looked into your eyes, I saw a garden With peonies, and tinkling pagodas, And round-arched bridges Over still ...
The Precinct. Rochester (Amy Lowell Poem)
The tall yellow hollyhocks stand, Still and straight, With their round blossoms spread open, In the quiet sunshine. And still ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Tree of Scarlet Berries (Amy Lowell Poem)
The rain gullies the garden paths And tinkles on the broad sides of grass blades. A tree, at the end ...
Sunshine through a Cobwebbed Window (Amy Lowell Poem)
What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries, Of outworn, childish mysteries, Vague pageants woven on a web of dream! ...
Fringed Gentians (Amy Lowell Poem)
Near where I live there is a lake As blue as blue can be, winds make It dance as they ...
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 ...
Diya {original title is Greek, Delta-iota-psi-alpha} (Amy Lowell Poem)
Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night! See where it casts the shadow of that tree Far out upon ...
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, ...
Loon Point (Amy Lowell Poem)
Softly the water ripples Against the canoe's curving side, Softly the birch trees rustle Flinging over us branches wide. Softly ...
The Fruit Garden Path (Amy Lowell Poem)
The path runs straight between the flowering rows, A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom, Where phlox and ...
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 ...
In a Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
Gushing from the mouths of stone men To spread at ease under the sky In granite-lipped basins, Where iris dabble ...
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. ...
The Little Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
A little garden on a bleak hillside Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow Lies far into the spring. The ...
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 Fruit Shop (Amy Lowell Poem)
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
Behind a Wall (Amy Lowell Poem)
I own a solace shut within my heart, A garden full of many a quaint delight And warm with drowsy, ...
Patterns (Amy Lowell Poem)
I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down ...