In a Castle (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
Amy Lowell Poems (204 Poems)
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 ...
The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Fool’s Money Bags (Amy Lowell Poems)
Outside the long window, With his head on the stone sill, The dog is lying, Gazing at his Beloved. His ...
The Fool Errant (Amy Lowell Poem)
The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A ...
Loon Point (Amy Lowell Poem)
Softly the water ripples Against the canoe's curving side, Softly the birch trees rustle Flinging over us branches wide. Softly ...
The Fruit Garden Path (Amy Lowell Poem)
The path runs straight between the flowering rows, A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom, Where phlox and ...
The Dinner-Party (Amy Lowell Poem)
Fish "So . . ." they said, With their wine-glasses delicately poised, Mocking at the thing they cannot understand. "So ...
In Answer to a Request (Amy Lowell Poem)
You ask me for a sonnet. Ah, my Dear, Can clocks tick back to yesterday at noon? Can cracked and ...
The Shadow (Amy Lowell Poem)
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Mirage (Amy Lowell Poem)
How is it that, being gone, you fill my days, And all the long nights are made glad by thee? ...
Anticipation (Amy Lowell Poem)
I have been temperate always, But I am like to be very drunk With your coming. There have been times ...
In a Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
Gushing from the mouths of stone men To spread at ease under the sky In granite-lipped basins, Where iris dabble ...
Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn Evening (Amy Lowell Poem)
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
The Poet (Amy Lowell Poem)
What instinct forces man to journey on, Urged by a longing blind but dominant! Nothing he sees can hold him, ...
Before Dawn (Amy Lowell Poem)
Life! Austere arbiter of each man's fate, By whom he learns that Nature's steadfast laws Are as decrees immutable; O ...
Crowned (Amy Lowell Poem)
You came to me bearing bright roses, Red like the wine of your heart; You twisted them into a garland ...
The Captured Goddess (Amy Lowell Poem)
Over the housetops, Above the rotating chimney-pots, I have seen a shiver of amethyst, And blue and cinnamon have flickered ...
March Evening (Amy Lowell Poem)
Blue through the window burns the twilight; Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind. Glistening, against the chill, gray ...
Red Slippers (Amy Lowell Poem)
Red slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey, windy sleet! (Amy Lowell)
1777 (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
Climbing (Amy Lowell Poem)
High up in the apple tree climbing I go, With the sky above me, the earth below. Each branch is ...
The Giver of Stars (Amy Lowell Poem)
Hold your soul open for my welcoming. Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me With its clear and rippled ...
A Gift (Amy Lowell Poem)
See! I give myself to you, Beloved! My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a ...
The Trout (Amy Lowell Poem)
Naughty little speckled trout, Can't I coax you to come out? Is it such great fun to play In the ...
Stupidity (Amy Lowell Poem)
Dearest, forgive that with my clumsy touch I broke and bruised your rose. I hardly could suppose It were a ...
To an Early Daffodil (Amy Lowell Poem)
Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring! Thou herald of rich Summer's myriad flowers! The climbing sun with new recovered powers ...
The Painted Ceiling (Amy Lowell Poem)
My Grandpapa lives in a wonderful house With a great many windows and doors, There are stairs that go up, ...
The Forsaken (Amy Lowell Poem)
Holy Mother of God, Merciful Mary. Hear me! I am very weary. I have come from a village miles away, ...
The Lamp of Life (Amy Lowell Poem)
Always we are following a light, Always the light recedes; with groping hands We stretch toward this glory, while the ...