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
How hard, how desperately hard, is the way of the experimenter in art! — Amy Lowell Art 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
Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose. — Amy Lowell Hope 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
“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 Sun Copy Share Image
“ The Taxi When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. I call out for you… — Amy Lowell Poetry 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
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
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
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
Fifteen millions of soldiers with popguns and horses All bent upon killing, because their "of courses" Are not quite the same. — Amy Lowell Bent Copy Share Image
I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it. — Amy Lowell Beloved 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
Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour. — Amy Lowell Butterfly Copy Share Image
All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words. — Amy Lowell Books Copy Share Image
A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men. — Amy Lowell Generations Copy Share Image
I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never shall I… — Amy Lowell Alas Copy Share Image
Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart. — Amy Lowell Flower Copy Share Image
Lilacs, False Blue, White, Purple, Colour of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England ... Lilacs… — Amy Lowell Beaten Copy Share Image
