Amy Lowell

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

Amy Lowell Poems

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

How is it that, being gone, you fill my days,
And all the long nights are made glad by thee?
No loneliness is this, nor misery,
But great content that these should be the ways
Whereby the Fancy, dreaming as she strays,
Makes bright and present what she would would be.
And who shall say if the reality
Is not with dreams so pregnant. For delays
And hindrances may bar the wished-for end;

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