Amy Lowell

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

Amy Lowell Poems

1. 1777 4/16/2010
2. A Ballad Of Footmen 4/16/2010
3. A Blockhead 4/16/2010
4. A Coloured Print By Shokei 1/3/2003
5. A Fairy Tale 1/3/2003
6. A Fixed Idea 1/3/2003
7. A Gift 4/16/2010
8. A Japanese Wood-Carving 1/3/2003
9. A Lady 1/4/2003
10. A Little Song 1/3/2003
11. A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M. 1/20/2003
12. A Lover 4/16/2010
13. A Petition 4/16/2010
14. A Poet's Wife 4/14/2015
15. A Roxbury Garden 4/16/2010
16. A Tale Of Starvation 4/16/2010
17. A Tulip Garden 4/16/2010
18. A Winter Ride 1/3/2003
19. Absence 4/16/2010
20. After Hearing A Waltz By Bartok 4/16/2010
21. Aftermath 1/3/2003
22. Aliens 4/16/2010
23. Anticipation 4/16/2010
24. Apology 1/4/2003
25. Apples Of Hesperides 1/3/2003
26. Astigmatism 1/20/2003
27. At Night 1/3/2003
28. Aubade 1/3/2003
29. Autumn 1/3/2003
30. Azure And Gold 1/3/2003
31. Basket Dance 1/3/2003
32. Before Dawn 1/3/2003
33. Before The Altar 1/3/2003
34. Behind A Wall 1/3/2003
35. Bullion 4/16/2010
36. Carrefour 1/3/2003
37. Clear, With Light, Variable Winds 4/16/2010
38. Climbing 1/3/2003
39. Convalescence 4/16/2010
40. Crepuscule Du Matin 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Amy Lowell

Patterns

I walk down the garden-paths,
And all the daffodils
Are blowing, and the bright blue squills.
I walk down the patterned garden-paths
In my stiff, brocaded gown.
With my powdered hair and jeweled fan,
I too am a rare
Pattern. As I wander down
The garden-paths.
My dress is richly figured,
And the train
Makes a pink and silver stain
On the gravel, and the thrift
Of the borders.
Just a plate of current fashion,
Tripping by in high-heeled, ribboned shoes.
Not a softness anywhere about me,
Only whalebone and brocade.
And I sink ...

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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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