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 ...
Amy Lowell Poems on Imagination & Visualization (9 Poems)
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 ...
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 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 ...
The Poet (Amy Lowell Poem)
What instinct forces man to journey on, Urged by a longing blind but dominant! Nothing he sees can hold him, ...
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 ...
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 ...
To a Friend (Amy Lowell Poem)
I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never ...