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Amy Lowell: Red Slippers

Red SlippersRed slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey, windy sleet!Behind the polished glass, the slippers hang in long threads of red, festooning from the…

Amy Lowell: The Cross-Roads

The Cross-RoadsA bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that goes howling round the house, and weeping as in shame. Cold November dawn…

Amy Lowell: The Dinner-Party

The Dinner-PartyFish"So . . ." they said, With their wine-glasses delicately poised, Mocking at the thing they cannot understand. "So . . ." they said again, Amused and insolent. The silver…

Amy Lowell: The Fruit Shop

The Fruit ShopCross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered her little brows into As she picked her dainty…

Amy Lowell: The Painter on Silk

The Painter on SilkThere was a man Who made his living By painting roses Upon silk.He sat in an upper chamber And painted, And the noises of the street Meant nothing to him.When he heard…

Amy Lowell: The Paper Windmill

The Paper WindmillThe little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of the square glistened like mica. In the trees, a…

Amy Lowell: Towns in Colour

Towns in ColourRed SlippersThompson's Lunch Room — Grand Central StationAn Opera HouseAfternoon Rain in State StreetAn Aquarium

Amy Lowell: Venus Transiens

Venus TransiensAmy LowellTell me, Was Venus more beautiful Than you are, When she topped The crinkled waves, Drifting shoreward On her plaited shell? Was Botticelli's vision Fairer than mine…