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Amy Lowell: Wind
WindHe shouts in the sails of the ships at sea, He steals the down from the honeybee, He makes the forest trees rustle and sing, He twirls my kite till it breaks its string. Laughing,…Amy Lowell: 1777
1777The Trumpet-Vine ArbourThe City of Falling LeavesAmy Lowell: An Aquarium
An AquariumStreaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver — gold — Grey-green opaqueness sliding down, With sharp white bubbles Shooting and…Amy Lowell: Bath
BathThe day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air.The sunshine pours in at the bath-room window and bores through the water in the bath-tub in…Amy Lowell: Hoops
HoopsBlue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop.Up and down the garden-paths they race, In the yellow sunshine, Each with a big round…Amy Lowell: II
IIGallop! Gallop! The General brooks no delay. Make way, good people, and scatter out of his path, you, and your hens, and your dogs, and your children. The General is returned from Egypt…Amy Lowell: III
IIIThe gates stand wide at Malmaison, stand wide all day. The gravel of the avenue glints under the continual rolling of wheels. An officer gallops up with his sabre clicking; a mameluke…Amy Lowell: IV
IVA vile day, Porter. But keep your wits about you. The Empress will soon be here. Queer, without the Emperor! It is indeed, but best not consider that. Scratch your head and prick up…Amy Lowell: Malmaison
MalmaisonIIIIIIIVVVIVIIAmy Lowell: Patterns
PatternsI 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…Trending
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