The stigma of oddness is the price a myopic world always exacts of genius. — Amy Lowell Genius Copy Share Image
Great emotion always tends to become rhythmic, and out of that tendency the forms of art have been evolved. Art becomes artificial… — Amy Lowell Art 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
Let us be of cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come. — Amy Lowell Positive Copy Share Image
When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. — Amy Lowell Away from you Copy Share Image
“The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown by a candle.… — Amy Lowell Darkness 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
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
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
“ 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
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
“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
I must be mad, or very tired, When the curve of a blue bay beyond a railroad track Is shrill and sweet… — Amy Lowell Blue Copy Share Image
Guarded within the old red wall's embrace, Marshalled like soldiers in gay company, The tulips stand arrayed. Here infantry Wheels out into… — Amy Lowell Business Copy Share Image
Now you are come! You tremble like a star Poised where, behind earth's rim, the sun has set. Your voice has sung… — Amy Lowell Answers Copy Share Image
When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness. — Amy Lowell Love Copy Share Image
