Loon Point (Amy Lowell Poem)
Softly the water ripples Against the canoe's curving side, Softly the birch trees rustle Flinging over us branches wide. Softly ...
Amy Lowell Poems on Light (51 Poems)
In Answer to a Request (Amy Lowell Poem)
You ask me for a sonnet. Ah, my Dear, Can clocks tick back to yesterday at noon? Can cracked and ...
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 ...
Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn Evening (Amy Lowell Poem)
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
March Evening (Amy Lowell Poem)
Blue through the window burns the twilight; Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind. Glistening, against the chill, gray ...
The Forsaken (Amy Lowell Poem)
Holy Mother of God, Merciful Mary. Hear me! I am very weary. I have come from a village miles away, ...
The Lamp of Life (Amy Lowell Poem)
Always we are following a light, Always the light recedes; with groping hands We stretch toward this glory, while the ...
Apples of Hesperides (Amy Lowell Poem)
Glinting golden through the trees, Apples of Hesperides! Through the moon-pierced warp of night Shoot pale shafts of yellow light, ...
An Aquarium (Amy Lowell Poem)
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
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 ...
Apology (Amy Lowell Poem)
Be not angry with me that I bear Your colours everywhere, All through each crowded street, And meet The wonder-light ...
A Japanese Wood-Carving (Amy Lowell Poem)
High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it ...
Spring Day (Amy Lowell Poem)
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
The End (Amy Lowell Poem)
Throughout the echoing chambers of my brain I hear your words in mournful cadence toll Like some slow passing-bell which ...
At Night (Amy Lowell Poem)
The wind is singing through the trees to-night, A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences And crashing intervals. No summer breeze ...
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 ...
Roads (Amy Lowell Poem)
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
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 ...
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 ...
A Little Song (Amy Lowell Poem)
When you, my Dear, are away, away, How wearily goes the creeping day. A year drags after morning, and night ...