Amy Lowell

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

Amy Lowell Poems

161. Summer 1/3/2003
162. The Fruit Garden Path 1/3/2003
163. Hero-Worship 1/3/2003
164. Before The Altar 1/3/2003
165. A Coloured Print By Shokei 1/3/2003
166. The Little Garden 1/3/2003
167. Before Dawn 1/3/2003
168. Behind A Wall 1/3/2003
169. From One Who Stays 1/3/2003
170. Interlude 1/3/2003
171. Absence 4/16/2010
172. Autumn 1/3/2003
173. The Crescent Moon 1/3/2003
174. New York At Night 1/3/2003
175. Falling Snow 1/3/2003
176. A Gift 4/16/2010
177. At Night 1/3/2003
178. The End 1/3/2003
179. The Garden By Moonlight 1/3/2003
180. Astigmatism 1/20/2003
181. Opal 1/13/2003
182. Apples Of Hesperides 1/3/2003
183. The Taxi 1/3/2003
184. Dreams 1/3/2003
185. A Fixed Idea 1/3/2003
186. Decade 1/3/2003
187. The Wind 1/3/2003
188. The Letter 1/13/2003
189. Apology 1/4/2003
190. Aubade 1/3/2003
191. A Winter Ride 1/3/2003
192. A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M. 1/20/2003
193. Petals 1/3/2003
194. To A Friend 1/3/2003
195. A Fairy Tale 1/3/2003
196. Aftermath 1/3/2003
197. A Japanese Wood-Carving 1/3/2003
198. A Little Song 1/3/2003
199. A Lady 1/4/2003
200. Patterns 1/3/2003

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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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A Little Song

When you, my Dear, are away, away,
How wearily goes the creeping day.
A year drags after morning, and night
Starts another year of candle light.
O Pausing Sun and Lingering Moon!
Grant me, I beg of you, this boon.

Whirl round the earth as never sun
Has his diurnal journey run.

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