Towns in Colour (Amy Lowell Poems)
IRed SlippersRed slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey,windy sleet!Behind the polished glass, the slippers ...
Amy Lowell Poems (204 Poems)
Lilacs (Amy Lowell Poems)
Lilacs, False blue, White, Purple, Color of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England. ...
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 ...
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 ...
Stravinsky’s (Amy Lowell Poems)
First MovementThin-voiced, nasal pipesDrawing sound out and outUntil it is a screeching thread,Sharp and cutting, sharp and cutting,It hurts.Whee-e-e!Bump! Bump! ...
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 ...
In A Time Of Dearth (Amy Lowell Poems)
Before me,On either side of me,I see sand.If I turn the corner of my house,I see sand,Long, brownLines and levels ...
Penumbra (Amy Lowell Poems)
As I sit here in the quiet Summer night, Suddenly, from the distant road, there comes The grind and rush ...
In Excelsis (Amy Lowell Poems)
You — you — Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver; Your footsteps, the seeding-place of lilies; Your ...
La Ronde Du Diable (Amy Lowell Poems)
Here we go round the ivy-bush, And that's a tune we all dance to. Little poet people snatching ivy, Trying ...
Thompson’s Lunch Room-Grand Central Station (Amy Lowell Poems)
STUDY IN WHITES Wax-white- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. The ...
Madonna Of The Evening Flowers (Amy Lowell Poems)
All day long I have been working, Now I am tired I call: "Where are you?" But there is only ...
Nuit Blanche (Amy Lowell Poems)
I want no horns to rouse me up to-night, And trumpets make too clamorous a ring To fit my mood, ...
The Garden By Moonlight (Amy Lowell Poems)
A black cat among roses, Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon, The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The ...
Orange Of Midsummer (Amy Lowell Poems)
You came to me in the pale starting of Spring,And I could not see the worldFor the blue mist of ...
Women’s Harvest Song (Amy Lowell Poems)
I am waving a ripe sunflower, I am scattering sunflower pollen to the four world-quarters. I am joyful because of ...
Bath (Amy Lowell Poems)
The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. ...
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 ...
The Travelling Bear (Amy Lowell Poems)
GRASS-BLADES push up between the cobblestones And catch the sun on their flat sides Shooting it back, Gold and emerald, ...
Fatigue (Amy Lowell Poems)
Stupefy my heart to every day's monotony, Seal up my eyes, I would not look so far, Chasten my steps ...
Interlude (Amy Lowell Poems)
When I have baked white cakes And grated green almonds to spread on them; When I have picked the green ...
September, 1918 (Amy Lowell Poems)
This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight; The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves; The sidewalks ...
White Currants (Amy Lowell Poems)
Shall I give you white currants? I do not know why, but I have a sudden fancy for this fruit. ...
Market Day (Amy Lowell Poems)
White, glittering sunlight fills the market square, Spotted and sprigged with shadows. Double rows Of bartering booths spread out their ...
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 ...
Women’s Song Of The Corn (Amy Lowell Poems)
How beautiful are the corn rows, Stretching to the morning sun, Stretching to the evening sun. Very beautiful, the long ...
Frankincense (Amy Lowell Poems)
My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind ...
The Letter (Amy Lowell Poems)
Little cramped words scrawling all over the paperLike draggled fly's legs,What can you tell of the flaring moonThrough the ...
The Artist (Amy Lowell Poems)
Why do you subdue yourself in golds and purples? Why do you dim yourself with folded silks? Do you not ...
Venus Transiens (Amy Lowell Poems)
Tell me, Was Venus more beautiful Than you are, When she topped The crinkled waves, Drifting shoreward On her plaited ...