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 ...
Amy Lowell Poems on Sadness (25 Poems)
La Ronde Du Diable (Amy Lowell Poems)
Here we go round the ivy-bush, And that's a tune we all dance to. Little poet people snatching ivy, Trying ...
Frankincense (Amy Lowell Poems)
My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind ...
Sancta Maria, Succurre Miseris (Amy Lowell Poem)
Dear Virgin Mary, far away, Look down from Heaven while I pray. Open your golden casement high, And lean way ...
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 ...
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 ...
Frankincense and Myrrh (Amy Lowell Poem)
My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind ...
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 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 Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
From One Who Stays (Amy Lowell Poem)
How empty seems the town now you are gone! A wilderness of sad streets, where gaunt walls Hide nothing to ...
Aftermath (Amy Lowell Poem)
I learnt to write to you in happier days, And every letter was a piece I chipped From off my ...
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, ...
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 ...
Mirage (Amy Lowell Poem)
How is it that, being gone, you fill my days, And all the long nights are made glad by thee? ...
March Evening (Amy Lowell Poem)
Blue through the window burns the twilight; Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind. Glistening, against the chill, gray ...
The Painted Ceiling (Amy Lowell Poem)
My Grandpapa lives in a wonderful house With a great many windows and doors, There are stairs that go up, ...
The Forsaken (Amy Lowell Poem)
Holy Mother of God, Merciful Mary. Hear me! I am very weary. I have come from a village miles away, ...
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 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 ...
In Darkness (Amy Lowell Poem)
Must all of worth be travailled for, and those Life's brightest stars rise from a troubled sea? Must years go ...
Happiness (Amy Lowell Poem)
Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation. Days of passive somnolence, At its wildest, indolence. Hours of empty ...
Patience (Amy Lowell Poem)
Be patient with you? When the stooping sky Leans down upon the hills And tenderly, as one who soothing stills ...