In Excelsis (Amy Lowell Poems)
You — you — Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver; Your footsteps, the seeding-place of lilies; Your ...
Amy Lowell Poems on Youth (19 Poems)
Generations (Amy Lowell Poems)
You are like the stemOf a young beech-tree,Straight and swaying,Breaking out in golden leaves.Your walk is like the blowing of ...
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 ...
To John Keats (Amy Lowell Poem)
Great master! Boyish, sympathetic man! Whose orbed and ripened genius lightly hung From life's slim, twisted tendril and there swung ...
The Boston Athenaeum (Amy Lowell Poem)
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
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 Basket (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
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 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 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 Fool Errant (Amy Lowell Poem)
The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Promise of the Morning Star (Amy Lowell Poem)
Thou father of the children of my brain By thee engendered in my willing heart, How can I thank thee ...
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 ...
Music (Amy Lowell Poem)
The neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute. From my bed I can hear him, And the round ...
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 ...
Azure and Gold (Amy Lowell Poem)
April had covered the hills With flickering yellows and reds, The sparkle and coolness of snow Was blown from the ...
New York at Night (Amy Lowell Poem)
A near horizon whose sharp jags Cut brutally into a sky Of leaden heaviness, and crags Of houses lift their ...