Amy Lowell Poems (204 Poems)


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    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



    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 shone like alleys of dropped maple leaves, And the houses ran along them laughing out of square, open windows. Under … Continue reading



    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. At the moment, the idea of them cherishes my senses, And they seem more desirable than flawless emeralds. Since I … Continue reading



    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 tempting shows Of globed and golden fruit, the morning air Smells sweet with ripeness, on the pavement there A wicker … 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



    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 rows of corn. How beautiful is the white corn, I husk it, I grind it. Very beautiful, my white corn. … Continue reading



    Frankincense (Amy Lowell Poems)

    My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind is stuffed with words Which voice the passion and the ache of things: Illusions beating with their baffled wings Against … Continue reading



    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 oak leaves?Or of my uncertain window and the   bare floor Spattered with moonlight?Your silly quirks and twists have nothing … Continue reading



    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 see that I can buy brocades in any draper’s shop, And that I am choked in the twilight of all … Continue reading



    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 shell? Was Botticelli’s vision Fairer than mine; And were the painted rosebuds He tossed his lady, Of better worth Than … Continue reading




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