Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in. — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
To understand Vers libre, one must abandon all desire to find in it the even rhythm of metrical feet. One must allow the lines to flow as they will when read aloud by an intelligent reader. — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
On the neck of the young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise. Youth condemns; maturity condones. — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know. — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
I do not suppose that anyone not a poet can realize the agony of creating a poem. Every nerve, even every muscle, seems strained… — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
I shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed. — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
Poetry is the most concentrated form of literature; it is the most emotionalized and powerful way in which thought can be presented. — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
Only those of our poets who kept solidly to the Shakespearean tradition achieved any measure of success. But Keats was the last great exponent… — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
Poets are always the advance guard of literature; the advance guard of life. It is for this reason that their recognition comes so slowly. — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
Witches are moon-birds, Witches are the women of the false, beautiful moon. — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
