Amy Lowell

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

Amy Lowell Poems

41. Crowned 1/3/2003
42. Decade 1/3/2003
43. Diya 1/3/2003
44. Dreams 1/3/2003
45. Epitaph In A Church-Yard In Charleston, South Carolina 1/3/2003
46. Epitaph Of A Young Poet Who Died Before Having Achieved Success 4/16/2010
47. Falling Snow 1/3/2003
48. Fatigue 1/3/2003
49. Flute-Priest Song For Rain 4/16/2010
50. Fool's Money Bags 4/16/2010
51. Fragment 1/3/2003
52. Francis Ii, King Of Naples 1/3/2003
53. Frankincense And Myrrh 1/3/2003
54. Free Fantasia On Japanese Themes 4/16/2010
55. Fringed Gentians 1/3/2003
56. From One Who Stays 1/3/2003
57. Generations 1/3/2003
58. Grotesque 4/16/2010
59. Happiness 4/16/2010
60. Haunted 4/16/2010
61. Hero-Worship 1/3/2003
62. Hoar-Frost 1/3/2003
63. Hora Stellatrix 1/3/2003
64. In A Castle 4/16/2010
65. In A Garden 4/16/2010
66. In A Time Of Dearth 4/16/2010
67. In Answer To A Request 4/16/2010
68. In Darkness 1/3/2003
69. In Excelsis 1/3/2003
70. Interlude 1/3/2003
71. Irony 4/16/2010
72. J--K. Huysmans 1/3/2003
73. La Vie De Boheme 4/16/2010
74. Late September 4/16/2010
75. Lead Soldiers 4/16/2010
76. Leisure 1/3/2003
77. Lilacs 4/16/2010
78. Listening 1/3/2003
79. Loon Point 1/3/2003
80. Madonna Of The Evening Flowers 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 ...

Read the full of Patterns

Apology

Be not angry with me that I bear
   Your colours everywhere,
   All through each crowded street,
   And meet
   The wonder-light in every eye,
   As I go by.

Each plodding wayfarer looks up to gaze,
   Blinded by rainbow haze,

[Hata Bildir]