Amy Lowell

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

Night Clouds - Poem by Amy Lowell

The white mares of the moon rush along the sky
Beating their golden hoofs upon the glass Heavens
The white mares are all standing on their hind legs
Pawing at the green porcelain doors of the remote Heavens
Fly, mares!
Strain your utmost
Scatter the milky dust of stars
Or the tigers will leap upon you and destroy you
With one lick of his vermillion tongue

Topic(s) of this poem: night

Comments about Night Clouds by Amy Lowell

  • (1/10/2018 11:08:00 AM)

    i hate this poem ots for school (Report) Reply

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  • (1/10/2018 11:06:00 AM)

    I hate this poem IIIIIIIAAAAANNNNN (Report) Reply

  • (12/11/2017 10:55:00 AM)

    does amy lowell realize tigers cant leap on clouds? (Report) Reply

  • (12/11/2017 10:54:00 AM)

    amy lowell is so confusing. does she realize tigers cant leap on the clouds without falling? (Report) Reply

  • (12/11/2017 10:46:00 AM)

    I wonder if Amy Lowell realized that tigers are plural and then switched to singular with one lick of his vermillion. (Report) Reply

  • John Pendrey (3/18/2016 12:06:00 PM)

    The penultimate line should be,
    Or the tiger sun will leap upon you and destroy you
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  • Kim Barney (4/6/2015 8:06:00 AM)

    I wonder if Amy realized when she wrote this poem that the MARES of the moon refer not to HORSES but to SEAS?
    Spanish and Portuguese (and probably Latin) : MAR = SEA
    related words in English: mariner, maritime

    Interesting poem, nevertheless.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 6, 2015

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