When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. — Amy Lowell Away from you Copy Share Image
If what we worship fail us, still the fire burns on, and it is much to have believed. — Amy Lowell Belief Copy Share Image
Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives… — Amy Lowell Art Copy Share Image
Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run. — Amy Lowell Bending Copy Share Image
Witches are moon-birds, Witches are the women of the false, beautiful moon. — Amy Lowell Beautiful Copy Share Image
“I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against The want of you” — Amy Lowell Tired Copy Share Image
Don’t ask a writer what he’s working on. It’s like asking someone with cancer on the progress of his disease. — Amy Lowell Asking Copy Share Image
Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness. — Amy Lowell Loneliness 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
“You lie upon my heart as on a nest, Folded in peace, for you can never know How crushed I am with… — Amy Lowell Adventure Copy Share Image
I never deny poems when they come; whatever I am doing, whatever I am writing, I lay it aside and attend to… — Amy Lowell Arriving 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… — Amy Lowell Abandon Copy Share Image
How much more beautiful is the moon, Slanting down the gauffered branches of a plum-tree; The moon Wavering across a bed of… — Amy Lowell Beautiful Copy Share Image
Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one… — Amy Lowell Blood Copy Share Image
I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting… — Amy Lowell Against 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
“You are ice and fire, The touch of you burns my hands like snow. You are cold and flame. You are the… — Amy Lowell Ice And Fire 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
My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a shelf. Their shapes are quaint and beautiful, And they… — Amy Lowell Beautiful 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
This is America, This vast, confused beauty, This staring, restless speed of loveliness, Mighty, overwhelming, crude, of all forms, Making grandeur out… — Amy Lowell America Copy Share Image
This is war: Boys flung into a breach Like shoveled earth; And old men, Broken, Driving rapidly before crowds of people In… — Amy Lowell Behinds 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
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
“ Apples of Hesperides Glinting golden through the trees, Apples of Hesperides! Through the moon-pierced warp of night Shoot pale shafts of… — Amy Lowell Poetry Copy Share Image
“Venus Transiens" Tell me, Was Venus more beautiful Than you are, When she topped The crinkled waves, Drifting shoreward On her plaited… — Amy Lowell Poetry 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
“Bath" The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The sunshine pours… — Amy Lowell Bath Copy Share Image
Let us be of cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come. — Amy Lowell Misfortunes Copy Share Image
