Penumbra (Amy Lowell Poems)
As I sit here in the quiet Summer night, Suddenly, from the distant road, there comes The grind and rush ...
Amy Lowell Poems on Speaking (9 Poems)
Prime (Amy Lowell Poems)
Your voice is like bells over roofs at dawn When a bird flies And the sky changes to a fresher ...
Carrefour (Amy Lowell Poems)
O you,Who came upon me onceStretched under apple-trees just after bathing,Why did you not strangle me before speakingRather than fill ...
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 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 ...
The Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
The Paper Windmill (Amy Lowell Poem)
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
Number 3 on the Docket (Amy Lowell Poem)
The lawyer, are you? Well! I ain't got nothin' to say. Nothin'! I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'. They ...