Amy Lowell
Amy Lowell
Amy Lawrence Lowellwas an American poet of the imagist school from Brookline, Massachusetts, who posthumously won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1926...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth9 February 1874
CityBrookline, MA
CountryUnited States of America
wall gay soldier
Guarded within the old red wall's embrace, Marshalled like soldiers in gay company, The tulips stand arrayed. Here infantry Wheels out into the sunlight.
softness
Not a softness anywhere about me, Only whalebone and brocade.
sunshine may
May is much sunshine through small leaves.
fire belief worship
If what we worship fail us, still the fire burns on, and it is much to have believed.
confused america sublime
This is America, This vast, confused beauty, This staring, restless speed of loveliness, Mighty, overwhelming, crude, of all forms, Making grandeur out of profusion, Afraid of no incongruities, Sublime in its audacity, Bizarre breaker of moulds.
genius world myopic
The stigma of oddness is the price a myopic world always exacts of genius.
wall heart passion
My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind is stuffed with words Which voice the passion and the ache of things: Illusions beating with their baffled wings Against the walls of circumstance.
romantic firefly dark
Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved.
self sorrow experience
Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.
bank blank book drawer few looked peaceful random sort
There are few things so futile, and few so amusing, As a peaceful and purposeless sort of perusing Of old random jottings set down in a blank book You've unearthed from a drawer as you looked for your bank book
american-poet cheerfulness
Let us be of cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.
classics literature newest preference
In science, read by preference the newest works. In literature, read the oldest. The classics are always modern.
american-poet brooding dreams guarded quit thousand
Take everything easy and quit dreaming and brooding and you will be well guarded from a thousand evils.
american-poet prone
Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.