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Amy Lowell: The Poet
The PoetWhat instinct forces man to journey on, Urged by a longing blind but dominant! Nothing he sees can hold him, nothing daunt His never failing eagerness. The sun Setting in splendour…Amy Lowell: The Starling
The Starling“I can't get out”, said the starling. Sterne's Sentimental Journey. Forever the impenetrable wall Of self confines my poor rebellious soul, I never see the towering white clouds…Amy Lowell: The Trout
The TroutNaughty little speckled trout, Can't I coax you to come out? Is it such great fun to play In the water every day?Do you pull the Naiads' hair Hiding in the lilies there? Do you hunt…Amy Lowell: The Way
The WayAt first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound between hedges of roses Whose blossoms were poised above leaves as pond…Amy Lowell: To a Friend
To a FriendI ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never shall I wake to find untrue All this I have believed and rested on, Forever vanished,…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's Valley of Humiliation
Amy's Valley of Humiliation"That boy is a perfect cyclops, isn't he?" said Amy one day, as Laurie clattered by on horseback, with a flourish of his whip as he passed."How dare you say so,…Amy Lowell: Apology
ApologyAmy LowellBe not angry with me that I bear Your colours everywhere, All through each crowded street, And meet The wonder-light in every eye, As I go by.Each…Amy Lowell: A Lady
A LadyAmy LowellYou are beautiful and faded Like an old opera tune Played upon a harpsichord; Or like the sun-flooded silks Of an eighteenth-century boudoir. In your eyes Smoulder the fallen…Amy Lowell: Aftermath
AftermathI learnt to write to you in happier days, And every letter was a piece I chipped From off my heart, a fragment newly clipped From the mosaic of life; its blues and grays, Its…