Amy Lowell

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

Amy Lowell Poems

121. The Bombardment 4/16/2010
122. A Tale Of Starvation 4/16/2010
123. In A Garden 4/16/2010
124. Anticipation 4/16/2010
125. Hora Stellatrix 1/3/2003
126. The Poet 1/3/2003
127. Aliens 4/16/2010
128. Generations 1/3/2003
129. The Painted Ceiling 1/3/2003
130. The Way 1/3/2003
131. Hoar-Frost 1/3/2003
132. The Giver Of Stars 4/16/2010
133. Climbing 1/3/2003
134. The Starling 1/3/2003
135. The Bungler 1/3/2003
136. Leisure 1/3/2003
137. White Currants 1/3/2003
138. Crowned 1/3/2003
139. To Elizabeth Ward Perkins 1/3/2003
140. A Blockhead 4/16/2010
141. A Lover 4/16/2010
142. Venetian Glass 1/3/2003
143. Women's Song Of The Corn 1/3/2003
144. The Lamp Of Life 1/3/2003
145. The Green Bowl 1/3/2003
146. Roads 1/3/2003
147. Madonna Of The Evening Flowers 1/3/2003
148. Basket Dance 1/3/2003
149. Carrefour 1/3/2003
150. Suggested By The Cover Of A Volume Of Keats's Poems 1/3/2003
151. Fatigue 1/3/2003
152. Falling Snow 1/3/2003
153. Listening 1/3/2003
154. To John Keats 1/3/2003
155. The Pleiades 1/3/2003
156. The Crescent Moon 1/3/2003
157. Song 1/3/2003
158. In Excelsis 1/3/2003
159. Summer 1/3/2003
160. The Fruit Garden Path 1/3/2003

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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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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,

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