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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 KYLE HKMRafaAngPagalit

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

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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 JAYDAon iWantASAP

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 BenteSyelubongFor CHICO

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.



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