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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…Amy Lowell: Crepuscule du Matin
Crepuscule du MatinAll night I wrestled with a memory Which knocked insurgent at the gates of thought. The crumbled wreck of years behind has wrought Its disillusion; now I only cry For…Amy Lowell: Monadnock in Early Spring
Monadnock in Early SpringCloud-topped and splendid, dominating all The little lesser hills which compass thee, Thou standest, bright with April's buoyancy, Yet holding Winter in some shaded…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: 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…Trending
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