Amy Levy

(1861 - 10 September 1889 / London)

Amy Levy Poems

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

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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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To A Dead Poet

I knew not if to laugh or weep;
They sat and talked of you--
"'Twas here he sat; 'twas this he said!
'Twas that he used to do.

"Here is the book wherein he read,
The room wherein he dwelt;
And he" (they said) "was such a man,
Such things he thought and felt."

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