Amy Lowell

(9 February 1874 – 12 May 1925 / Boston, Massachusetts)

Amy Lowell Poems

1. Patterns 1/3/2003
2. A Lady 1/4/2003
3. A Fairy Tale 1/3/2003
4. To a Friend 1/3/2003
5. A Japanese Wood-Carving 1/3/2003
6. Apology 1/4/2003
7. Decade 1/3/2003
8. Aftermath 1/3/2003
9. The Wind 1/3/2003
10. A Little Song 1/3/2003
11. A Winter Ride 1/3/2003
12. The Letter 1/13/2003
13. A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M. 1/20/2003
14. Dreams 1/3/2003
15. A Fixed Idea 1/3/2003
16. Aubade 1/3/2003
17. Apples of Hesperides 1/3/2003
18. Opal 1/13/2003
19. Astigmatism 1/20/2003
20. Petals 1/3/2003

Mirage

How is it that, being gone, you fill my days,
And all the long nights are made glad by thee?
No loneliness is this, nor misery,
But great content that these should be the ways
Whereby the Fancy, dreaming as she strays,
Makes bright and present what she would would be.
And who shall say if the reality
Is not with dreams so pregnant. For delays
And hindrances may bar the wished-for end;

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