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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  • Santabarbara_gv: 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
  • Mtnpoet: poem: "the garden by moonlight" by amy lowell -
  • Trenton_local: 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
  • Cazard87: for i have time for nothing but the endeavour to balance myself upon a broken world. amy lowell - september, 1918
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They that eat the uncrushed grape
Walk with steady heels:
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Where the poet reels!
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