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Amy Lowell: New York at Night
New York at NightA near horizon whose sharp jags Cut brutally into a sky Of leaden heaviness, and crags Of houses lift their masonry Ugly and foul, and chimneys lie And snort, outlined…Amy Lowell: The Fruit Garden Path
The Fruit Garden PathThe path runs straight between the flowering rows, A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom, Where phlox and marigolds dispute for room With tall, red dahlias and the…Amy Lowell: The Promise of the Morning Star
The Promise of the Morning StarThou father of the children of my brain By thee engendered in my willing heart, How can I thank thee for this gift of art Poured out so lavishly, and not in…Amy Lowell: To Elizabeth Ward Perkins
To Elizabeth Ward PerkinsDear Bessie, would my tired rhyme Had force to rise from apathy, And shaking off its lethargy Ring word-tones like a Christmas chime.But in my soul's high belfry,…Amy Lowell: Madonna of the Evening Flowers
Madonna of the Evening FlowersAmy LowellAll day long I have been working, Now I am tired. I call: "Where are you?" But there is only the oak tree rustling in the wind. The house is very…Amy KLOBUCHAR, Congress, MN (1960)
Senate Years of Service: 2007- Party: Democrat KLOBUCHAR Amy , a Senator from Minnesota; born in Plymouth, Minn., May 25, 1960; attended the public schools in Plymouth; graduated magna cum laude…Amy Lowell: Frindsbury, Kent, 1786
Frindsbury, Kent, 1786Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the copper of Autumn hazes. Tap to the red rising sun, Tap to the purple…Amy Lowell: Paris, April, 1814
Paris, April, 1814Cold, impassive, the marble arch of the Place du Carrousel. Haughty, contemptuous, the marble arch of the Place du Carrousel. Like a woman raped by force, rising above her…Amy Lowell: Paris, March, 1814
Paris, March, 1814Fine yellow sunlight down the rue du Mont Thabor. Ten o'clock striking from all the clock-towers of Paris. Over the door of a shop, in gilt letters: "Martin — Parfumeur",…Amy Lowell: The City of Falling Leaves
The City of Falling LeavesLeaves fall, Brown leaves, Yellow leaves streaked with brown. They fall, Flutter, Fall again. The brown leaves, And the streaked yellow leaves, Loosen on their…Trending
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