• Amy Lowell:The Lamp of Life Alwayswearefollowingalight,Alwaysthelightrecedes;withgropinghandsWestretchtowardthisglory,whilethelandsWejourneythrougharehiddenfromoursightDimandmysterious,foldeddeepinnight,Wecarenot,allourutmostnee......

  • Amy Lowell:The Promise of the Morning Star ThoufatherofthechildrenofmybrainBytheeengenderedinmywillingheart,HowcanIthanktheeforthisgiftofartPouredoutsolavishly,andnotinvain.Whatthoucreatednevermorecandie,ThyfructifyingpowerlivesinmeAndIconceiv......

  • Amy Lowell:The Matrix GoadedandharassedinthefactoryThattearsourlifeupintobitsofdaysTickedoffuponaclockwhichneverstays,ShreddingourportionofEternity,Webreakawayatlast,andstealthekeyWhichhidesaworldemptyofhours;waysOfspaceun......

  • Amy Lowell:The Starling "`Ican'tgetout',saidthestarling."Sterne's`SentimentalJourney'.ForevertheimpenetrablewallOfselfconfinesmypoorrebellioussoul,IneverseethetoweringwhitecloudsrollBeforeasturdywind,savethroughthesmal......

  • Amy Lowell:The Painted Ceiling MyGrandpapalivesinawonderfulhouseWithagreatmanywindowsanddoors,Therearestairsthatgoup,andstairsthatgodown,Andsuchbeautiful,slipperyfloors.Butofalloftherooms,evenmother'sandmine,Andthebookroom,andparl......

  • Amy Lowell:The Crescent Moon SlippingsoftlythroughtheskyLittlehorned,happymoon,Canyouhearmeupsohigh?Willyoucomedownsoon?Onmynurserywindow-sillWillyoustayyoursteadyflight?AndthenfloatawaywithmeThroughthesummernight?Brushingovertop......

  • Amy Lowell:The Fruit Shop Cross-ribbonedshoes;amuslingown,High-waisted,girdledwithbrightblue;AstrawpokebonnetwhichhidthefrownShepluckeredherlittlebrowsintoAsshepickedherdaintypassagethroughThedustystreet."Ah,Mademoiselle,Adir......

  • Amy Lowell:The Fool Errant TheFoolErrantsatbythehighwayoflifeAndhisgazewanderedupandhisgazewandereddown,Avigorousyouth,butwithnowishtowalk,Yethislongingwasgreatforthedistanttown.HewhistledalittlefrivoloustuneWhichhefelttobepuls......

  • Amy Lowell:The Little Garden AlittlegardenonableakhillsideWheredeeptheheavy,dazzlingmountainsnowLiesfarintothespring.Thesun'spaleglowIsscarcelyabletomeltpatcheswideAboutthesinglerosebush.AlldeniedOfnature'stenderministries.Butn......

  • Amy Lowell:The Cremona Violin PartFirstFrauConcert-MeisterAltgeltshutthedoor.Astormwasrising,heavygustsofwindSwirledthroughthetrees,andscatteredleavesbeforeHerontheclean,flaggedpath.TheskybehindThedistanttownwasblack,andsharpdefin......

  • Amy Lowell:The Dinner Party Fish"So..."theysaid,Withtheirwine-glassesdelicatelypoised,Mockingatthethingtheycannotunderstand."So..."theysaidagain,Amusedandinsolent.Thesilveronthetableglittered,AndtheredwineintheglassesSeemedt......

  • Amy Lowell:The Poet Whatinstinctforcesmantojourneyon,Urgedbyalongingblindbutdominant!Nothingheseescanholdhim,nothingdauntHisneverfailingeagerness.ThesunSettinginsplendoureverynighthaswonHisvassalage;thosetowersflamboyant......

  • Amy Lowell:The Grocery "Hullo,Alice!""Hullo,Leon!""Say,Alice,gi'meacoupleO'themtwoforfivecigars,Willyer?""Where'syournickel?""My!Ain'tyouclose!Can'ttrustafeller,canyer.""Trustyou!WhyWhatyouowethisstoreWoulds......

  • Amy Lowell:The Trout Naughtylittlespeckledtrout,Can'tIcoaxyoutocomeout?IsitsuchgreatfuntoplayInthewatereveryday?DoyoupulltheNaiads'hairHidingintheliliesthere?Doyouhuntforfishes'eggs,Orwatchtadpolesgrowtheirlegs?Dotheli......

  • Amy Lowell:The End ThroughouttheechoingchambersofmybrainIhearyourwordsinmournfulcadencetollLikesomeslowpassing-bellwhichwarnsthesoulOfsunderingdarkness.Unrelenting,fainTobatterdownresistance,fallagainStrokeafterstroke,i......

  • Amy Lowell:The Fruit Garden Path Thepathrunsstraightbetweenthefloweringrows,Amoonlitpath,hemmedinbybedsofbloom,WherephloxandmarigoldsdisputeforroomWithtall,reddahliasandthebriarrose.'TisrecklessprodigalitywhichthrowsIntothenightthes......

  • Amy Lowell:The Cross Roads Abulletthroughhisheartatdawn.Onthetablealettersignedwithawoman'sname.Awindthatgoeshowlingroundthehouse,andweepingasinshame.ColdNovemberdawnpeepingthroughthewindows,colddawncreepingoverthefloor,creepi......

  • Amy Lowell:The Pleiades BydayyoucannotseetheskyForitisupsoveryhigh.Youlookandlook,butit'ssoblueThatyoucanneverseerightthrough.Butwhennightcomesitisquiteplain,Andallthestarsarethereagain.Theyseemjustlikeoldfriendstome,I'vek......

  • Amy Lowell:The Paper Windmill Thelittleboypressedhisfaceagainstthewindow-paneandlookedoutatthebrightsunshinymorning.Thecobble-stonesofthesquareglistenedlikemica.Inthetrees,abreezedancedandpranced,andshookdropsofsunlightlikefalling......

  • Amy Lowell:The Hammers IFrindsbury,Kent,1786Bang!Bang!Tap!Tap-a-tap!Rap!AllthroughtheleadandsilverWinterdays,AllthroughthecopperofAutumnhazes.Taptotheredrisingsun,Taptothepurplesettingsun.Fouryearspassbeforethejobisdone.Two......

  • Amy Lowell:The Way AtfirstamerethreadofafootpathhalfblottedoutbythegrassesSweepingtriumphantacrossit,itwoundbetweenhedgesofrosesWhoseblossomswerepoisedaboveleavesaspondliliesfloatonthewater,Whilehiddenbybloominahawthorn......

  • Amy Lowell:The Red Lacquer Music Stand Amusic-standofcrimsonlacquer,longsincebroughtInsomefastclipper-shipfromChina,quaintlywroughtWithbossedandcarvenflowersandfruitsinblackeninggold,TheslendershaftalltwinedaboutandthicklyscrolledWithvinel......

  • Amy Lowell:The Road to Avignon AMinstrelstandsonamarblestair,Blownbythebrightwind,debonair;Belowliesthesea,asapphirefloor,AboveontheterraceaturretdoorFramesalady,listlessandwan,Butfairfortheeyetorestupon.Theminstrelplucksathissilve......

  • Amy Lowell:The Green Bowl ThislittlebowlislikeamossypoolInaSpringwood,wheredogtoothvioletsgrowNoddinginchequeredsunshineofthetrees;Aquietplace,still,withthesoundofbirds,Where,thoughunseen,isheardtheendlesssongAndmurmurofthenev......

  • Amy Lowell:The Boston Athenaeum Thoudearandwell-lovedhauntofhappyhours,Howofteninsomedistantgallery,Gainedbyalittlepainfulspiralstair,FarfromthehallsandcorridorswherethrongThecrowdofcasualreaders,haveIpassedLong,peacefulhoursseatedo......