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Amy 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: 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…

Amy Lowell: Preface

PrefaceThis is a book of stories. For that reason I have excluded all purely lyrical poems. But the word "stories" has been stretched to its fullest application. It includes both narrative…

Amy Lowell: Reaping

ReapingYou want to know what's the matter with me, do yer? My! ain't men blinder'n moles? It ain't nothin' new, be sure o' that. Why, ef you'd had eyes you'd ha' seed Me changin' under your…