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
love-is facts mystery
Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.
humanity soul fiction
Poetry, far more than fiction, reveals the soul of humanity.
elation stagnation mere
Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation.
loneliness moon pity
Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
cancer progress disease
Don’t ask a writer what he’s working on. It’s like asking someone with cancer on the progress of his disease.
missing-you missing-someone heart
I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.
hands ice fire
You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.
moments immortal mortals
Everything mortal has moments immortal
i-miss-you missing-you going-away
When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum.
hands water gowns
Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin, A basin in the midst of hedges grown So thick, she cannot see her lover hiding, But she guesses he is near, And the sliding of the water Seems the stroking of a dear Hand upon her.
maturity youth
Youth condemns; maturity condones
lasts tradition poet
Only those of our poets who kept solidly to the Shakespearean tradition achieved any measure of success. But Keats was the last great exponent of that tradition, and we all know how thin, how lacking in charm, the copies of Keats have become.
gowns up-and-down
I shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed.
softness
Not a softness anywhere about me, Only whalebone and brocade.