Who is Amy Lowell

Amy Lawrence Lowell (February 9, 1874 – May 12, 1925) was an American poet of the imagist school from Brookline, Massachusetts. She posthumously won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1926.

Personal life Lowell as a child

Amy Lowell was born on February 9, 1874, in Boston, Massachusetts, the daughter of Augustus Lowell and Katherine Bigelow Lowell. A member of the Brahmin Lowell family, her siblings included the as...
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Amy Lowell Poems

  • Malmaison
    I

    How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there,
    beyond the high wall! How quietly the Seine runs in loops and windings, ...
  • To A Husband
    Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River
    Are your words in the dark, Beloved.

    ...
  • Aliens
    The chatter of little people
    Breaks on my purpose
    Like the water-drops which slowly wear the rocks to powder.
    And while I laugh ...
  • Two Lacquer Prints
    The Emperor's Garden

    ONCE, in the sultry heat of midsummer,
    An Emperor caused the miniature mountains in his garden ...
  • Women's Harvest Song
    I am waving a ripe sunflower,
    I am scattering sunflower pollen to the four world-quarters.
    I am joyful because of my melons,
    I am joyful because of my beans, ...
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Great 121 Long 100 Night 92 White 91 Sun 89 Heart 86 Wind 81 Away 80 Blue 78 Light 76


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  • Slavica_loboda: “the garden is very still, it is dazed with moonlight, contented with perfume, dreaming the opium dreams of its folded poppies.” — amy lowell, from the garden by moonlight; pictures of the floating world: poems, 1919
  • Conchrepublic_: art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in. -amy lowell
  • 362t: "when you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness." amy lowell
  • Godofdeatherlik: as i would free the white almond from the green husk so i would strip your trappings off, beloved. and fingering the smooth and polished kernel i should see that in my hands glittered a gem beyond counting. - amy lowell
  • Op109: “the garden is very still, it is dazed with moonlight, contented with perfume, dreaming the opium dreams of its folded poppies.” — amy lowell, from the garden by moonlight; pictures of the floating world: poems, 1919
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem
Beatrice. (From Dante. Purgatorio, Xxx., Xxxi.)
 by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Even as the Blessed, at the final summons,
Shall rise up quickened, each one from his grave,
Wearing again the garments of the flesh,
So, upon that celestial chariot,
A hundred rose
ad vocem tanti senis
,
Ministers and messengers of life eternal.
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