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
dream song heart
I 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, like a vision gone Out into the night. Alas, how few There are who strike in us a chord we knew Existed, but so seldom heard its tone We tremble at the half-forgotten sound. The world is full of rude awakenings And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground, Yet still our human longing vainly clings To a belief in beauty through all wrongs. O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!
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.
life flower heart
Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.
broken-heart love-is thinking
Love is a game-yes? I think it is a drowning.
heart men soul
Without poetry the soul and heart of man starves and dies.
stars heart voice
Now you are come! You tremble like a star Poised where, behind earth's rim, the sun has set. Your voice has sung across my heart, but numb And mute, I have no tones to answer.
dream flower heart
Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We only watch their glad, early start. Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose; Their widening scope, Their distant employ, We never shall know. And the stream as it flows Sweeps them away, Each one is gone Ever beyond into infinite ways. We alone stay While years hurry on, The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.
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.
american-poet prone
Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.
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.
classics literature newest preference
In science, read by preference the newest works. In literature, read the oldest. The classics are always modern.
american-poet cheerfulness
Let us be of cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.
men moles
My! ain't men blinder'n moles?
trying way said
When trying to explain anything, I usually find that the Bible, that great collection of magnificent and varied poetry, has said it before in the best possible way.