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Amy Lowell: Summer

SummerSome men there are who find in nature all Their inspiration, hers the sympathy Which spurs them on to any great endeavor, To them the fields and woods are closest friends, And they hold…

Amy Lowell: The End

The EndThroughout the echoing chambers of my brain I hear your words in mournful cadence toll Like some slow passing-bell which warns the soul Of sundering darkness. Unrelenting, fain To…

Amy Lowell: The Matrix

The MatrixGoaded and harassed in the factory That tears our life up into bits of days Ticked off upon a clock which never stays, Shredding our portion of Eternity, We break away at last,…

Amy Lowell: The Pleiades

The PleiadesBy day you cannot see the sky For it is up so very high. You look and look, but it's so blue That you can never see right through.But when night comes it is quite plain, And all…

Amy Lowell: The Poet

The PoetWhat instinct forces man to journey on, Urged by a longing blind but dominant! Nothing he sees can hold him, nothing daunt His never failing eagerness. The sun Setting in splendour…

Amy Lowell: The Starling

The Starling“I can't get out”, said the starling. Sterne's Sentimental Journey. Forever the impenetrable wall Of self confines my poor rebellious soul, I never see the towering white clouds…

Amy Lowell: The Trout

The TroutNaughty little speckled trout, Can't I coax you to come out? Is it such great fun to play In the water every day?Do you pull the Naiads' hair Hiding in the lilies there? Do you hunt…

Amy Lowell: The Way

The WayAt first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound between hedges of roses Whose blossoms were poised above leaves as pond…

Amy Lowell: To a Friend

To a FriendI ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never shall I wake to find untrue All this I have believed and rested on, Forever vanished,…

Amy Lowell: Wind

WindHe shouts in the sails of the ships at sea, He steals the down from the honeybee, He makes the forest trees rustle and sing, He twirls my kite till it breaks its string. Laughing,…