Amy Lowell

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

Amy Lowell Poems

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

Softly the water ripples
Against the canoe's curving side,
Softly the birch trees rustle
Flinging over us branches wide.

Softly the moon glints and glistens
As the water takes and leaves,
Like golden ears of corn
Which fall from loose-bound sheaves,

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