Amy Lowell Poems on Night (57 Poems)


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    Lilacs (Amy Lowell Poems)

    Lilacs, False blue, White, Purple, Color of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England. Among your heart-shaped leaves Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing Their little weak soft songs; In the crooks … Continue reading



    The Swans (Amy Lowell Poems)

    The swans float and float  Along the moat  Around the Bishop’s garden,  And the white clouds push  Across a blue sky  With edges that seem to draw in and harden.   Two slim men of white bronze  Beat each with … Continue reading



    Twenty-Four Hokku On A Modern Theme (Amy Lowell Poems)

    I   Again the larkspur,  Heavenly blue in my garden.  They, at least, unchanged.         II   How have I hurt you?  You look at me with pale eyes,  But these are my tears.       … Continue reading



    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 the grass. And every gust Of light night wind comes laden with the scent Of opening flowers which never bloom … Continue reading



    Penumbra (Amy Lowell Poems)

    As I sit here in the quiet Summer night, Suddenly, from the distant road, there comes The grind and rush of an electric car. And, from still farther off, An engine puffs sharply, Followed by the drawn-out shunting scrape of … Continue reading



    A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M. (Amy Lowell Poems)

    They have watered the street,It shines in the glare of lamps,Cold, white lamps,And liesLike a slow-moving river,Barred with silver and black.Cabs go down it,One,And then another.Between them I hear the shuffling of feet.Tramps doze on the window-ledges,Night-walkers pass along the … Continue reading



    Interlude (Amy Lowell Poems)

    When I have baked white cakes And grated green almonds to spread on them; When I have picked the green crowns from the strawberries And piled them, cone-pointed, in a blue and yellow platter; When I have smoothed the seam … Continue reading



    On Carpaccio’s Picture (Amy Lowell Poems)

    Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor From some unshuttered casement, hid from sight, The level sunshine slants, its greater light Quenching the little lamp which pallid, poor, Flickering, unreplenished, at the door Has striven against darkness the long … Continue reading



    Generations (Amy Lowell Poems)

    You are like the stemOf a young beech-tree,Straight and swaying,Breaking out in golden leaves.Your walk is like the blowing of a beech-treeOn a hill.Your voice is like leavesSoftly struck upon by a South wind.Your shadow is no shadow, but a … Continue reading



    Vespers (Amy Lowell Poems)

    Last night, at sunset,  The foxgloves were like tall altar candles.  Could I have lifted you to the roof of the greenhouse, my Dear,  I should have understood their burning. (Amy Lowell)




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