Amy Levy

(1861 - 10 September 1889 / London)

Amy Levy Poems

41. To Sylvia 1/3/2003
42. Epitaph. (On A Commonplace Person Who Died In Bed) 1/1/2004
43. Between The Showers 1/3/2003
44. A Game Of Lawn Tennis 1/3/2003
45. A Cross-Road Epitaph 1/3/2003
46. The Lost Friend 1/3/2003
47. In A Minor Key 1/3/2003
48. Straw In The Street 1/3/2003
49. Alma Mater 1/3/2003
50. To A Dead Poet 1/3/2003
51. Borderland 1/3/2003
52. At A Dinner Party 1/3/2003
53. Ballade Of An Omnibus 1/3/2003
54. Felo De Se 1/3/2003
55. The Dream 1/3/2003
56. Captivity 1/3/2003
57. Contradictions 1/3/2003
58. The Village Garden 1/3/2003
59. Last Words 1/3/2003
60. A June-Tide Echo 1/3/2003
61. The Birch-Tree At Loschwitz 1/3/2003
62. In The Black Forest 1/3/2003
63. A Greek Girl 1/3/2003
64. A London Plane-Tree 1/3/2003
65. Xantippe 1/3/2003
66. A Minor Poet 1/3/2003
67. A Farewell 1/3/2003
68. Magdalen 1/3/2003
69. London In July 1/3/2003
70. Ballade Of A Special Edition 1/3/2003
71. At Dawn 1/3/2003
72. A Prayer 1/3/2003
73. New Love, New Life 1/3/2003
74. A March Day In London 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Amy Levy

A March Day In London

The east wind blows in the street to-day;
The sky is blue, yet the town looks grey.
'Tis the wind of ice, the wind of fire,
Of cold despair and of hot desire,
Which chills the flesh to aches and pains,
And sends a fever through all the veins.

From end to end, with aimless feet,
All day long have I paced the street.
My limbs are weary, but in my breast
Stirs the goad of a mad unrest.
I would give anything to stay
The little wheel that turns in my brain;
The little wheel that turns all day,
That turns all night with might and main.

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On The Threshold

O God, my dream! I dreamed that you were dead;
Your mother hung above the couch and wept
Whereon you lay all white, and garlanded
With blooms of waxen whiteness. I had crept
Up to your chamber-door, which stood ajar,
And in the doorway watched you from afar,
Nor dared advance to kiss your lips and brow.
I had no part nor lot in you, as now;
Death had not broken between us the old bar;

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