The Captured Goddess (Amy Lowell Poem)
Over the housetops, Above the rotating chimney-pots, I have seen a shiver of amethyst, And blue and cinnamon have flickered ...
Amy Lowell Poems on Man (46 Poems)
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 Foreigner (Amy Lowell Poem)
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
A Roxbury Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
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 ...
Hero-Worship (Amy Lowell Poem)
A face seen passing in a crowded street, A voice heard singing music, large and free; And from that moment ...
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 ...
Music (Amy Lowell Poem)
The neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute. From my bed I can hear him, And the round ...
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 ...
The Allies (Amy Lowell Poem)
August 14th, 1914 Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats ...
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. ...
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 ...
Before the Altar (Amy Lowell Poem)
Before the Altar, bowed, he stands With empty hands; Upon it perfumed offerings burn Wreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn. ...
Patterns (Amy Lowell Poem)
I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down ...
Sea Shell (Amy Lowell Poem)
Sea Shell, Sea Shell, Sing me a song, O Please! A song of ships, and sailor men, And parrots, and ...
Summer (Amy Lowell Poem)
Some men there are who find in nature all Their inspiration, hers the sympathy Which spurs them on to any ...