Amy Lowell

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

Leisure - Poem by Amy Lowell

Leisure, thou goddess of a bygone age,
When hours were long and days sufficed to hold
Wide-eyed delights and pleasures uncontrolled
By shortening moments, when no gaunt presage
Of undone duties, modern heritage,
Haunted our happy minds; must thou withhold
Thy presence from this over-busy world,
And bearing silence with thee disengage
Our twined fortunes? Deeps of unhewn woods
Alone can cherish thee, alone possess
Thy quiet, teeming vigor. This our crime:
Not to have worshipped, marred by alien moods
That sole condition of all loveliness,
The dreaming lapse of slow, unmeasured time.


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  • (12/13/2017 12:38:00 PM)


    ''This world is a place of business. What an infinite bustle! I am awaked almost every night by the panting of the locomotive. It interrupts my dreams. There is no sabbath. It would be glorious to see mankind at leisure for once. It is nothing but work, work, work... I think that there is nothing, not even crime, more opposed to poetry, to philosophy, ay, to life itself, than this incessant business.'' - Henry David Thoreau, 'Life Without Principle' (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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