Crepuscule du Matin (Amy Lowell Poem)
All night I wrestled with a memory Which knocked insurgent at the gates of thought. The crumbled wreck of years ...
Amy Lowell Poems on Memory (6 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 Boston Athenaeum (Amy Lowell Poem)
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
Stupidity (Amy Lowell Poem)
Dearest, forgive that with my clumsy touch I broke and bruised your rose. I hardly could suppose It were a ...
Roads (Amy Lowell Poem)
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...