J–K. Huysmans (Amy Lowell Poem)
A flickering glimmer through a window-pane, A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass, Cleaving a path between blown walls ...
Amy Lowell Poems (204 Poems)
Sancta Maria, Succurre Miseris (Amy Lowell Poem)
Dear Virgin Mary, far away, Look down from Heaven while I pray. Open your golden casement high, And lean way ...
Off the Turnpike (Amy Lowell Poem)
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
A Petition (Amy Lowell Poem)
I pray to be the tool which to your hand Long use has shaped and moulded till it be Apt ...
Storm-Racked (Amy Lowell Poem)
How should I sing when buffeting salt waves And stung with bitter surges, in whose might I toss, a cockleshell? ...
Teatro Bambino. Dublin, N. H. (Amy Lowell Poem)
How still it is! Sunshine itself here falls In quiet shafts of light through the high trees Which, arching, make ...
The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde (Amy Lowell Poem)
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
White and Green (Amy Lowell Poem)
Hey! My daffodil-crowned, Slim and without sandals! As the sudden spurt of flame upon darkness So my eyeballs are startled ...
Monadnock in Early Spring (Amy Lowell Poem)
Cloud-topped and splendid, dominating all The little lesser hills which compass thee, Thou standest, bright with April's buoyancy, Yet holding ...
Epitaph in a Church-Yard in Charleston, South Carolina (Amy Lowell Poem)
GEORGE AUGUSTUS CLOUGH A NATIVE OF LIVERPOOL, DIED SUDDENLY OF "STRANGER'S FEVER" NOV'R 5th 1843 AGED 22 He died of ...
Clear, with Light, Variable Winds (Amy Lowell Poem)
The fountain bent and straightened itself In the night wind, Blowing like a flower. It gleamed and glittered, A tall ...
The Last Quarter of the Moon (Amy Lowell Poem)
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
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 ...
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 Coal Picker (Amy Lowell Poem)
He perches in the slime, inert, Bedaubed with iridescent dirt. The oil upon the puddles dries To colours like a ...
An Opera House (Amy Lowell Poem)
Within the gold square of the proscenium arch, A curtain of orange velvet hangs in stiff folds, Its tassels jarring ...
The Red Lacquer Music-Stand (Amy Lowell Poem)
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
Two Travellers in the Place Vendome (Amy Lowell Poem)
Reign of Louis Philippe A great tall column spearing at the sky With a little man on top. Goodness! Tell ...
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 Tree of Scarlet Berries (Amy Lowell Poem)
The rain gullies the garden paths And tinkles on the broad sides of grass blades. A tree, at the end ...
On Carpaccio’s Picture: The Dream of St. Ursula (Amy Lowell Poems)
Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor From some unshuttered casement, hid from sight, The level sunshine slants, its ...
Hora Stellatrix (Amy Lowell Poem)
The stars hang thick in the apple tree, The south wind smells of the pungent sea, Gold tulip cups are ...
Frankincense and Myrrh (Amy Lowell Poem)
My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind ...
To John Keats (Amy Lowell Poem)
Great master! Boyish, sympathetic man! Whose orbed and ripened genius lightly hung From life's slim, twisted tendril and there swung ...
Sunshine through a Cobwebbed Window (Amy Lowell Poem)
What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries, Of outworn, childish mysteries, Vague pageants woven on a web of dream! ...
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 ...
Stravinsky’s Three Pieces (Amy Lowell Poems)
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp ...
Fringed Gentians (Amy Lowell Poem)
Near where I live there is a lake As blue as blue can be, winds make It dance as they ...
Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
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 ...