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 ...
Amy Lowell Poems on Joy & Excitement (20 Poems)
In Excelsis (Amy Lowell Poems)
You — you — Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver; Your footsteps, the seeding-place of lilies; Your ...
Frankincense (Amy Lowell Poems)
My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind ...
After Hearing a Waltz by Bartok (Amy Lowell Poem)
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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? ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 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 ...
To an Early Daffodil (Amy Lowell Poem)
Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring! Thou herald of rich Summer's myriad flowers! The climbing sun with new recovered powers ...
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 Way (Amy Lowell Poem)
At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound ...
Lead Soldiers (Amy Lowell Poem)
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
A Winter Ride (Amy Lowell Poem)
Who shall declare the joy of the running! Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight! Springing and spurning the ...
Petals (Amy Lowell Poem)
Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in ...