Happiness, to some, is elation; to others it is mere stagnation. — Amy Lowell Elation Copy Share Image
On the neck of the young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise. Youth condemns; maturity condones. — Amy Lowell Aging 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 Blind 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,… — Amy Lowell Agony Copy Share Image
I shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed. — Amy Lowell Gowns Copy Share Image
Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin — Amy Lowell Bathing 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 Books 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… — Amy Lowell Charm 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… — Amy Lowell Books Copy Share Image
Witches are moon-birds, Witches are the women of the false, beautiful moon. — Amy Lowell Beautiful Copy Share Image
I should like to bring a case to trial: Prosperity versus Beauty, Cash registers teetering in a balance against the comfort of… — Amy Lowell Balance Copy Share Image
Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness. — Amy Lowell Loneliness Copy Share Image
Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin, A basin in the midst of hedges… — Amy Lowell Dear Copy Share Image
Can you see through the night, woman, that you stare so upon it? Man, what sparks do your eyes follow in the… — Amy Lowell Darkness Copy Share Image
Art is like politics. Any theory carried too far ends in sterility, and freshness is only gained by following some other line. — Amy Lowell Art Copy Share Image
My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind is stuffed… — Amy Lowell Ache Copy Share Image
Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give. — Amy Lowell Earth Copy Share Image
“ Decade When you came, you were like red wine and honey, And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its… — Amy Lowell Love Copy Share Image
Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They… — Amy Lowell Dream Copy Share Image
So with the stretch of the white road before me, Shining snow crystals rainbowed by the sun, Fields that are white, stained… — Amy Lowell Blue Copy Share Image
In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jeweled fan, I too am a rare Pattern. — Amy Lowell Fans Copy Share Image
