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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…

Dench, Dame Judi

(Encyclopedia) Dench, Dame JudiDench, Dame Judij&oomacr;ˈdē dĕnch [key], 1934–, British actress, b. York, England, as Judith Olivia Dench. She studied at the Central School of Speech Training and…

Hare, Sir David

(Encyclopedia) Hare, Sir David, 1947–, British playwright. Hare is a prominent member of the British theatrical left. A founder of the Portable Theatre and the Joint Stock, he became resident…

Amy Lowell: A Coloured Print by Shokei

A Coloured Print by ShokeiIt winds along the face of a cliff This path which I long to explore, And over it dashes a waterfall, And the air is full of the roar And the thunderous voice of…

Amy Lowell: A Japanese Wood-Carving

A Japanese Wood-CarvingHigh up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it was a waving tree And knew the sun and shadow through the leaves…