On the neck of the young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise. Youth condemns; maturity condones. — Amy Lowell Copy Share
Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know. — Amy Lowell Copy Share
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
Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin — Amy Lowell Copy Share
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
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
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
I should like to bring a case to trial: Prosperity versus Beauty, Cash registers teetering in a balance against the comfort of the soul. — Amy Lowell Copy Share
