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Amy Lowell: Venetian Glass
Venetian GlassAs one who sails upon a wide, blue sea Far out of sight of land, his mind intent Upon the sailing of his little boat, On tightening ropes and shaping fair his course, Hears…Amy Lowell: A Ballad of Footmen
A Ballad of FootmenNow what in the name of the sun and the stars Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars?Do men find life so full of humour and joy That for want of excitement they smash…Amy Lowell: A Roxbury Garden
A Roxbury GardenHoopsBattledore and ShuttlecockGarden GamesAmy Lowell: An Opera House
An Opera HouseWithin the gold square of the proscenium arch, A curtain of orange velvet hangs in stiff folds, Its tassels jarring slightly when someone crosses the stage behind. Gold carving…Amy Lowell: Battledore and Shuttlecock
Battledore and ShuttlecockThe shuttlecock soars upward In a parabola of whiteness, Turns, And sinks to a perfect arc. Plat! the battledore strikes it, And it rises again, Without haste,…Amy Lowell: Breakfast Table
Breakfast TableIn the fresh-washed sunlight, the breakfast table is decked and white. It offers itself in flat surrender, tendering tastes, and smells, and colours, and metals, and grains,…Amy Lowell: Garden Games
Garden GamesThe tall clock is striking twelve; And the little girls stop in the hall to watch it, And the big ships rocking in a half-circle Above the dial. Twelve o'clock! Down the side…Amy Lowell: Lead Soldiers
Lead SoldiersThe nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. Miniature rockets peppering the black bricks with…Amy Lowell: Midday and Afternoon
Midday and AfternoonSwirl of crowded streets. Shock and recoil of traffic. The stock-still brick facade of an old church, against which the waves of people lurch and withdraw. Flare of…Amy Lowell: Night and Sleep
Night and SleepThe day takes her ease in slippered yellow. Electric signs gleam out along the shop fronts, following each other. They grow, and grow, and blow into patterns of fire-flowers…