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jelgequillo: When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.” – Amy Lowell
ELLASKWELA FAN NIGHT
harvard_artbot: Sarah Gooll Putnam, Amy Lowell (1874-1925), 1892
Sportsmans_Life: 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
a3pairquotes: omi/tsuzuru
i give myself to you, beloved! my words are little jars for you to take and put upon a shelf.
— amy lowell, sword blades and poppy seed.
consertum: Lilacs,
False blue,
White,
Purple,
Color of lilac,
Your great puffs of flowers
Are everywhere in this my New England.
Amy Lowell / Lilacs
BmillsBilly: (38) (PDF) Amygism or Imagism?: Re-Vision of Amy Lowell's Discourse of Imagism | Jihee Han -
HotemsP: "Amy Lowell was never a welcome subject in our household...There was an anecdote which I was too young to understand: it was about Amy's getting her migraine headaches from being kept awake by the exercises of honeymooners in an adjacent New York hotel room" (Robert Lowell)
HotemsP: qtd in Axelrod, Steven Gould. "Family Resemblance: Amy Lowell's "Towns in Colour" and Robert Lowell's "For the Union Dead"." Modern Philology 97, no. 4 (2000): 554-62.
S_Kilgarriff: the garden by moonlight
amy lowell
LiveCanon: “I will mix me a drink of stars,—
Large stars with polychrome needles,
Small stars jetting maroon and crimson,
Cool, quiet, green stars.
I will tear them out of the sky,
And squeeze them over an old silver cup,
And I will pour the cold scorn of my Beloved into it..."
Amy Lowell
edwereddie: TODAY: In 1925, Amy Lowell dies.
PetloverHermine: 12May/1925: Poet Amy Lowell dies of a cerebral haemorrhage in Brookline, Massachusetts, her hometown. She’s 51
a3pairquotes: omi/tsuzuru
i give myself to you, beloved! my words are little jars for you to take and put upon a shelf.
— amy lowell, sword blades and poppy seed.
slicedfruit: src: amy lowell
gwsntxt: MIYA WOULD LIKE AMY LOWELL
gwsntxt: miya is an amy lowell stan & my only proof is that i am sapphic, so is miya & so is Amy Lowell
No_way_but_this: Pyrotechnics
Amy Lowell - 1874-1925
I
Our meeting was like the upward swish of a rocket
In the blue night.
I do not know when it burst;
But now I stand gaping,
In a glory of falling stars.
Spill_Words: Decade
a poem by Amy Lowell
When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all
crollyson: It’s why I have a woodland garden, although I didn’t know what I was missing until it suddenly occurred to me that, like Faulkner, I could do something with my own land, and garden like my other subjects, Amy Lowell, Lillian Hellman, Sylvia Plath, Dana Andrews, and Jill Craigie.
Frankfort_News_: 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
CFP_Bot: Rhinestones and Amy Lowell: Representations of Tools in the Fine Arts
FelwaAlhudaithy: “The garden is very still, It is dazed with moonlight, Contented with perfume, Dreaming the opium dreams of its folded poppies.”
Amy Lowell, The Garden by Moonlight; Pictures of the Floating World: Poems, 1919
childs_poemaday: “Sea Shell” by Amy Lowell.
karakara98: Lilacs
BY AMY LOWELL
Lilacs,
False blue,
White,
Purple,
Color of lilac,
Your great puffs of flowers
Are everywhere in this my New England.
dubuque_: 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
Chiiiee4: The Taxi by 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
theswagofmarat: HELLO????? in excelsis by amy lowell was in my lit practice exam . screaming and puking and longing .
museinsp: …and in the amethyst moonlight he saw her like a nymph half-risen from the green bushes which had been her prison.
Amy Lowell, from Men, Women & Ghosts: Poems; “The Cremona Violin,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)
JoelKadyNYC: "A Gift" by Amy Lowell
jprapke: Happiness by Amy Lowell
Happiness, to some, elation;
Is, to others, mere stagnation.
Days of passive somnolence,
At its wildest, indolence.
Hours of empty quietness,
No delight, and no distress.
Happiness to me is wine,
Effervescent, superfine.
F…
razelibrary: "The old delight is with us but to find / That all recurring joy is pain refined..." —Amy Lowell
fxGrassroots: Friday Power Lunch:
TIME FOR TRUTH
Big and Little Lies
Fri, Apr 30 at noon
With Amy Siskind, Phyllis Randall, Lowell Feld, Megan Beyer, Don Beyer, Carmen Davis
REGISTER:
victoria_grif7: Don’t ask a writer what he’s working on. It’s like asking someone with cancer on the progress of his disease. -AMY LOWELL
vampiretraums: far as I can tell, none of my choices ever played together, but Amy Helm (Levon's daughter) sometimes features as a guest w/ Little Feat these days and that warms my cold dead heart.
here's her w/ a beautiful rendition of one of Lowell George's finest:
vampiretraums: lol I'm so glad I did a cursory google bc it means I have now heard Amy Helm singing Roll Um Easy. just in awe at both her as a vocalist and Lowell George as a songwriter
DanCoopCoop: Come to think of it, the only other woman I've heard of besides Therese Coffey who smoked a lot of cigars was the poet Amy Lowell, and she died at 51. Just sayin', Therese. Eerily, that's nearly your age isn't it? Ides of March dear, ides of March.
at_oasis: A black cat among roses,
phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,
the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still.
It is dazed with moonlight,
contented with perfume...
PS. - Amy Lowell
mwstandsfor: Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.
- Amy Lowell
ZZ_Troutski: 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
kyleonly_: Take everything easy and quit dreaming and brooding and you will be well guarded from a thousand evils.
-Amy Lowell
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amymcc_auley: days like today amy lowell pops into my head with her "fresh-washed and fair" and her "lathes and planes of greenish-white" ... sort of anglo-yank ponge vibes
Artist_showcase: 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
Michigan_Apples: Photos from an orchard near Lowell, Michigan this morning. Ice can be seen on apple blossoms and tree branches. Growers use sprinklers to spray water onto the apple blossoms. The water freezes and acts as an insulator. Sprinklers are just one of many tactics to protect buds.
jprapke: Climbing by Amy Lowell
High up in the apple tree climbing I go,
With the sky above me, the earth below.
Each branch is the step of a wonderful stair
Which leads to the town I see shining up there.
Climbing, climbing, higher and higher,
The branches…
CSiocha: A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men. Amy Lowell..
AmitojS69695199: Little rocking, sailing moon,
Do you hear me shout — Ahoy!
Just a little nearer, moon,
To please a little boy.
:-Amy Lowell
crollyson: She also sees “Come and Get It,” calling it “a fair logging picture.” Sylvia Plath & Walter Brennan, two of my subjects together at last. My New England trilogy: biographies of Amy Lowell, Walter Brennan & Sylvia Plath. New England born & all schooled in the vicinity of Harvard.
POETSorg: Of April's sun, for thou hast caught his gold.
—Amy Lowell
WaterlooSchools: Congratulations to Lou Henry/Lowell ELP teacher Amy McGovern on being named a 2021 Gold Star Teacher!
sleekcomplice: Sunday morning poetry reading of Petals by Amy Lowell
Sportsmans_Life: 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
Be_First_Media: 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
GailSurViber: “Let us be of cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.”- Amy Lowell
RALPHGAIL FOR MB
queerlitbot: You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
Amy Lowell, Opal
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
ascendchi: "For books are more than books. They are life." -- Amy Lowell
LowellPSD: Happy Monday! Here is a reminder of where remote learning students can go for grab & go meal service:
jay_sankey: "Art is the desire of a person to express themselves, to record the
reactions of their personality to the world they live in."-Amy Lowell
adaatiffany: all the city of Lowell does is start construction sites just to abandon them for years
Chicopee_News: 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
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Patrick_Qualls: 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
EstherHawdon: "Watching the iris,
the faint and fragile petals ―
How am I worthy?" Amy Lowell
(images: left: Utamaro Kitagawa / Hokusai Katsushika)
The__News_: 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
vanessable: Amy Lowell – A Blockhead
MossCoveredCat: Vernal Equinox by Amy Lowell
RoadTrekIn: 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
RuchiraDShah: “That sentiment was echoed by Amy Chang, a senior at Lowell ... In fifth grade, she says, she was among only four students in her class of almost 30 who could read at grade level. The education offered at Lowell is the baseline that should be provided to all students, she said.”
FaberBooks: 'Among your heart-shaped leaves
Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing
Their little weak soft songs;
In the crooks of your branches
The bright eyes of song sparrows sitting on spotted eggs
Peer restlessly through the light and shadow
Of all Springs.'
Lilacs, Amy Lowell
Georgia_Green_: 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
LoyolaEnglDept: Wednesday, 4/7, faculty and graduate digital humanities researchers will present at "Large Projects, Large Teams: Benefits, Drawbacks, and Strategies for Project Management and Collaboration," based on their experience with the Amy Lowell Letters Project.
Liv_Yellowstone: 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
BashantWendy: "Little spots of sunshine lie on the surface of the water and dance, dance, and their reflections wobble deliciously over the ceiling; .... The sky is blue and high. A crow flaps by the window, and there is a whiff of tulips and narcissus in the air."
--Amy Lowell "Bath"
No_way_but_this: Hora Stellatrix
Amy Lowell
The stars hang thick in the apple tree,
The south wind smells of the pungent sea,
Gold tulip cups are heavy with dew.
The night’s for you, Sweetheart, for you!
Starfire rains from the vaulted blue.
PoetryOutLoud: I love you so
You bind my freedom from its rightful quest.
In mercy lift your drooping wings and go.
"A Fixed Idea"
Amy Lowell
Travels_Charley: 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
Walking_Da_Dog: 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
AnastasiaH_SF: Today's Poem: Bath—Amy Lowell.
WayoftheWizard: 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
sarahzamanaaa: —Amy Lowell (The fruit garden path)
HerstoryTalk: Amy Lowell (1874-1925) was a poet who wrote and published over 650 poems. She was a part of the imagist movement. Many of her poems were about her partner, Ada Dwyer Russell. She posthumously won the Pulitzer Prize in 1926 for her poetry.
No_way_but_this: To an Early Daffodil
Amy Lowell
Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring!
Thou herald of rich Summer's myriad flowers!
The climbing sun with new recovered powers
Does warm thee into being, through the ring
Of rich, brown earth he woos thee, makes thee fling
justforjedi: “Let us be of cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.”- Amy Lowell
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MayaCPopa: So, I read Amy Lowell for the first time today. I really don’t think I had the right impression of her work...
This is “Carrefour” from her 1920 collection Coterie:
PatchLimb: ‘Quote of the Day’: Opal
“You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
You are cold and flame.
You are the crimson of amaryllis,
The silver of moon-touched magnolias.
When I am with you,
My heart is a frozen pond
Gleaming with agitated torches”
- Amy Lowell
lancaster_words: Wednesday begins with Amy Lowell's Autumn.
JoanReeves: For books are more than books. They are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men lived and worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives. —Amy Lowell
Ieeyub: Favorite literature? — i study literature so there's a lot!!!! I love all the sad gay poets. marilyn hacker, adrienne rich, elizabeth bishop, amy lowell, audre lorde, frank o'hara etc. I recently read this poetry collection by shi…
LenaOzge: The pure beauty of the "tiger sun" and its "vermilion tongue" in this poem!
✨ Amy Lowell • Night Clouds
Sportsmans_Life: 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
POETSorg: My nerves sting at a spatter of rain on the shutter,
And I am uneasy with the thrusting of green shoots
Outside, in the night.
Why are you not here to overpower me with your
tense and urgent love?
—Amy Lowell
ChiconaticsOfc: When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.- Amy Lowell
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crollyson: Approaching 6000 plays in 63 countries. Next Saturday I go solo, explaining why there are so many biographies of the same subject. I will have many examples, including my own biographies of Marilyn Monroe, Amy Lowell, William Faulkner, and Sylvia Plath.
