Amy Levy

(1861 - 10 September 1889 / London)

Amy Levy Poems

41. A Game Of Lawn Tennis 1/3/2003
42. To A Dead Poet 1/3/2003
43. A June-Tide Echo 1/3/2003
44. The Two Terrors 1/3/2003
45. London Poets 1/3/2003
46. A Wall Flower 1/3/2003
47. Felo De Se 1/3/2003
48. Out Of Town 1/3/2003
49. The Last Judgment 1/3/2003
50. At A Dinner Party 1/3/2003
51. Alma Mater 1/3/2003
52. Straw In The Street 1/3/2003
53. To Vernon Lee 1/3/2003
54. The Village Garden 1/3/2003
55. The Lost Friend 1/3/2003
56. Captivity 1/3/2003
57. A Greek Girl 1/3/2003
58. A Minor Poet 1/3/2003
59. Last Words 1/3/2003
60. The Old House 1/3/2003
61. Contradictions 1/3/2003
62. In The Black Forest 1/3/2003
63. A March Day In London 1/3/2003
64. A London Plane-Tree 1/3/2003
65. A Prayer 1/3/2003
66. Ballade Of An Omnibus 1/3/2003
67. A Farewell 1/3/2003
68. Magdalen 1/3/2003
69. The Dream 1/3/2003
70. New Love, New Life 1/3/2003
71. Xantippe 1/3/2003
72. Ballade Of A Special Edition 1/3/2003
73. At Dawn 1/3/2003
74. London In July 1/3/2003

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Best Poem of Amy Levy

London In July

What ails my senses thus to cheat?
What is it ails the place,
That all the people in the street
Should wear one woman's face?

The London trees are dusty-brown
Beneath the summer sky;
My love, she dwells in London town,
Nor leaves it in July.

O various and intricate maze,
Wide waste of square and street;
Where, missing through unnumbered days,
We twain at last may meet!

And who cries out on crowd and mart?
Who prates of stream and sea?
The summer in the city's heart--
That is enough for me.

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A London Plane-Tree

Green is the plane-tree in the square,
The other trees are brown;
They droop and pine for country air;
The plane-tree loves the town.

Here from my garret-pane, I mark
The plane-tree bud and blow,
Shed her recuperative bark,
And spread her shade below.

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