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. Fireworks 11/14/2015
50. Flute-Priest Song For Rain 4/16/2010
51. Fool's Money Bags 4/16/2010
52. Fragment 1/3/2003
53. Francis Ii, King Of Naples 1/3/2003
54. Frankincense And Myrrh 1/3/2003
55. Free Fantasia On Japanese Themes 4/16/2010
56. Fringed Gentians 1/3/2003
57. From One Who Stays 1/3/2003
58. Generations 1/3/2003
59. Grotesque 4/16/2010
60. Happiness 4/16/2010
61. Haunted 4/16/2010
62. Hero-Worship 1/3/2003
63. Hoar-Frost 1/3/2003
64. Hora Stellatrix 1/3/2003
65. In A Castle 4/16/2010
66. In A Garden 4/16/2010
67. In A Time Of Dearth 4/16/2010
68. In Answer To A Request 4/16/2010
69. In Darkness 1/3/2003
70. In Excelsis 1/3/2003
71. Interlude 1/3/2003
72. Irony 4/16/2010
73. J--K. Huysmans 1/3/2003
74. La Vie De Boheme 4/16/2010
75. Late September 4/16/2010
76. Lead Soldiers 4/16/2010
77. Leisure 1/3/2003
78. Lilacs 4/16/2010
79. Listening 1/3/2003
80. Loon Point 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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Opal

You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
You are cold and flame.
You are the crimson of amaryllis,
The silver of moon-touched magnolias.
When I am with you,
My heart is a frozen pond
Gleaming with agitated torches.


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