Amy Lowell Poems (204 Poems)
Towns in Colour (Amy Lowell Poems)
I Red Slippers Red slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey,windy sleet! Behind the polished glass, the slippers hang in long threads of red,festooning from the ceiling like stalactites of blood, flooding the eyesof passers-by … Continue reading
Lilacs (Amy Lowell Poems)
Lilacs, False blue, White, Purple, Color of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England. Among your heart-shaped leaves Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing Their little weak soft songs; In the crooks … Continue reading
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 sky With edges that seem to draw in and harden. Two slim men of white bronze Beat each with … Continue reading
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 hurt you? You look at me with pale eyes, But these are my tears. … Continue reading
Stravinsky’s (Amy Lowell Poems)
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipesDrawing sound out and outUntil it is a screeching thread,Sharp and cutting, sharp and cutting,It hurts.Whee-e-e!Bump! Bump! Tong-ti-bump!There are drums here,Banging,And wooden shoes beating the round, grey stonesOf the market-place.Whee-e-e!Sabots slapping the worn, old stones,And a … Continue reading
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 grass. And every gust Of light night wind comes laden with the scent Of opening flowers which never bloom … Continue reading
In A Time Of Dearth (Amy Lowell Poems)
Before me,On either side of me,I see sand.If I turn the corner of my house,I see sand,Long, brownLines and levels of flatSand. If I could only see a caravanHeave over the edge of it:The camels wobbling and swaying,Stepping like ostriches,With … Continue reading
Penumbra (Amy Lowell Poems)
As I sit here in the quiet Summer night, Suddenly, from the distant road, there comes The grind and rush of an electric car. And, from still farther off, An engine puffs sharply, Followed by the drawn-out shunting scrape of … Continue reading
In Excelsis (Amy Lowell Poems)
You — you — Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver; Your footsteps, the seeding-place of lilies; Your hands moving, a chime of bells across a windless air. The movement of your hands is the long, golden running … Continue reading
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 to prevent one another from snatching ivy. If you get a leaf, there’s another for me; Look at the bush. … Continue reading
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