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
men moles
My! ain't men blinder'n moles?
heart men soul
Without poetry the soul and heart of man starves and dies.
sacrifice men next
A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
men maturity necks
On the neck of the young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise. Youth condemns; maturity condones.
art men expression
Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.
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.
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.
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.
pain joy recurring
All recurring joy is pain refined.
genius world myopic
The stigma of oddness is the price a myopic world always exacts of genius.