The Pike (Amy Lowell Poem)
In the brown water, Thick and silver-sheened in the sunshine, Liquid and cool in the shade of the reeds, A ...
Amy Lowell Poems (204 Poems)
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 Basket (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
To Elizabeth Ward Perkins (Amy Lowell Poem)
Dear Bessie, would my tired rhyme Had force to rise from apathy, And shaking off its lethargy Ring word-tones like ...
The Road to Avignon (Amy Lowell Poem)
A Minstrel stands on a marble stair, Blown by the bright wind, debonair; Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor, ...
Afternoon Rain in State Street (Amy Lowell Poem)
Cross-hatchings of rain against grey walls, Slant lines of black rain In front of the up and down, wet stone ...
A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M (Amy Lowell Poem)
They have watered the street, It shines in the glare of lamps, Cold, white lamps, And lies Like a slow-moving ...
Aubade (Amy Lowell Poem)
As I would free the white almond from the green husk So would I strip your trappings off, Beloved. And ...
Reaping (Amy Lowell Poem)
You want to know what's the matter with me, do yer? My! ain't men blinder'n moles? It ain't nothin' new, ...
The Grocery (Amy Lowell Poem)
"Hullo, Alice!" "Hullo, Leon!" "Say, Alice, gi' me a couple O' them two for five cigars, Will yer?" "Where's your ...
Miscast II (Amy Lowell Poem)
My heart is like a cleft pomegranate Bleeding crimson seeds And dripping them on the ground. My heart gapes because ...
A Ballad of Footmen (Amy Lowell Poem)
Now what in the name of the sun and the stars Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars? ...
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 ...
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 ...
Obligation (Amy Lowell Poem)
Hold your apron wide That I may pour my gifts into it, So that scarcely shall your two arms hinder ...
A Coloured Print by Shokei (Amy Lowell Poem)
It winds along the face of a cliff This path which I long to explore, And over it dashes a ...
A Fixed Idea (Amy Lowell Poem)
What torture lurks within a single thought When grown too constant, and however kind, However welcome still, the weary mind ...
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 Blue Scarf (Amy Lowell Poem)
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with ...
Suggested by the Cover of a Volume of Keats’s Poems (Amy Lowell Poems)
Wild little bird, who chose thee for a sign To put upon the cover of this book? Who heard thee ...
The Starling (Amy Lowell Poem)
"`I can't get out', said the starling." Sterne's `Sentimental Journey'. Forever the impenetrable wall Of self confines my poor rebellious ...
The Painter on Silk (Amy Lowell Poem)
There was a man Who made his living By painting roses Upon silk. He sat in an upper chamber And ...
Aftermath (Amy Lowell Poem)
I learnt to write to you in happier days, And every letter was a piece I chipped From off my ...
Epitaph of a Young Poet Who Died Before Having Achieved Success (Amy Lowell Poem)
Beneath this sod lie the remains Of one who died of growing pains. (Amy Lowell)
Absence (Amy Lowell Poem)
My cup is empty to-night, Cold and dry are its sides, Chilled by the wind from the open window. Empty ...
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, ...
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 Paper Windmill (Amy Lowell Poem)
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
Late September (Amy Lowell Poem)
Tang of fruitage in the air; Red boughs bursting everywhere; Shimmering of seeded grass; Hooded gentians all a'mass. Warmth of ...