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seventydys: at the surface
James Schuyler, ‘Amy Lowell Thoughts’
LGHWELL: Amy Hoey and Jody White accept the Chancellor’s Medal for Public Service on behalf of Lowell General Hospital at UMass Lowell’s commencement ceremony held on May 13, 2022 at the Tsongas Center.
djvorreyer: Me to no one: I am almost done drafting a set of poems (several long poems? One long poem?) using the end rhymes/rhyme pattern of Amy Lowell's 62 stanza poem Pickthorn Manor as a container.
Also me to myself: What is wrong with you?
jprapke: The Road to Avignon by Amy Lowell
A Minstrel stands on a marble stair,
Blown by the bright wind, debonair;
Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor,
Above on the terrace a turret door
Frames a lady, listless and wan,
But fair for the eye to rest upon.…
porouscollecti1: Amy Lowell
AJinspire4ever: No matter what people think or say, it is one's difference from others, that will forge their destiny...
The stigma of oddness is the price a myopic (narrow view/mind) world exacts (demands) of genius.
-Amy Lowell
user22567900: Then you come,
And you are quiet like the garden,
And white like the alyssum flowers,
And beautiful as the silent sparks of fireflies
— Amy Lowell, from The Garden by Moonlight.
faboo_boba_teh: Today is my birthday, which I share with the late Lorine Niedecker! You can read her bio & several of her poems here:
DublinersThe: Amy Lowell DOTD in 1925. She was an American poet of the imagist school from Brookline, MA who won Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1926.
"You are ice and fire
The touch of you burns my hands like snow"
"I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against
The want of you."
fluencymark: I read Amy Lowell’s “Patterns” in a high school literature class and it always stayed with me. That emphatic final line! (Which I now see might have been taken as blasphemous…)
Christ! What are patterns for?
platospupil: May is a green as no other,
May is much sun through small leaves,
May is soft earth,
And apple-blossoms,
And windows open to a South wind.
—Amy Lowell (1874–1925)
kevblue777: May is a green as no other,
May is much sun through small leaves,
May is soft earth,
And apple-blossoms,
And windows open to a South wind.
—Amy Lowell (1874–1925)
AJinspire4ever: Life is a stream on which we strew petal by petal the flower of our heart.
-Amy Lowell
mbharrington501: May is a green as no other,
May is much sun through small leaves,
May is soft earth,
And apple-blossoms,
And windows open to a South wind.
—Amy Lowell (1874–1925)
362t: "When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness." Amy Lowell
squishy_eee: tdy’s faves: the shout by simon armitage, tea with our grandmothers by warsan shire, bath by amy lowell and after the movie/ the spell by marie howe
Aman_Pratikk: Take everything easy and quit dreaming and brooding and you will be well guarded from a thousand evils.~Amy Lowell
CELEBRATING 20M OF NAINA MERE
millerhalelife: Chris Lowell, Amy Brenneman AND Taye Diggs in the Private Practice backdoor pilot???
alden_cullinane: I just had a meeting with a retired Professor at Brown and he casually tells me he is Amy Lowell’s nephew !!!!!!!
fahad_ormaz: "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
Aasho_J: Hold your soul open for my welcoming.
Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me
With its clear and rippled coolness,
That, loose limbed and weary, I find rest,
Outstretched upon your peace, as on bed of ivory.
-The Giver of Stars by Amy Lowell.
ShakesisterGrim: Instead of Amy Lowell's "What's O'Clock" ~ Yis'Kah Griskowson's "What's O'Cloak" !!!
crollyson: Every time I went to Houghton Library to work on an Amy Lowell biography, I gazed at this portrait. His biography is one of the most moving stories in American literature I realized while working on Herman Melville A to Z. That I never wrote his biography is a source of sorrow.
crollyson: I wrote a 2 volume biography of Lowell, although almost no one knows it because one of the volumes was self-published: Amy Lowell Among Her Contemporaries. I was fortunate to have an NEH grant that allowed me to do Amy Lowell Anew: A Biography, but the grant resulted in two books
simmsahp: Amy Lowell: Bath
hoojiwon: “Cloud-topped and splendid, dominating all the little lesser hills which compass thee. Thou standest, bright with April’s buoyancy, yet holding Winter in some shaded wall. Of stern, steep rock; and startled by the call of spring.” — By, Amy Lowell.
molinos1282: "All recurring joy is pain refined"
― Amy Lowell
terfdaria: i’m obsessed with this childhood photo of amy lowell lmao
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.
BjornTheYawper: It's Don't Say Monday:
Don't say Billy Bean
Don't say Amy Lowell
Don't say Pete Williams
Don't say Tinky Winky
362t: "When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness." Amy Lowell
im16d: You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
-Amy Lowell
write_tor: My mother: hahaha it IS funny that you really are Lilith from Cheers or Jo from the Facts of Life
My mother: Hmm, I am anxious about what it could mean that you’re GNC. I shall reassure myself that it’s just because you’re a Lowell.
My mother: maybe you’re like Amy Lowell
write_tor: My mother: Amy Lowell did GNC things in her day.
My mother: so maybe it’s just that you’re like her.
My mother: except for the gay thing. You’re not gay.
anyway……maybe I’m like Amy Lowell
Nilaa2209: Just one of those nights.
Absence - Amy Lowell
riyeff: 2/2
i will lie under the beech-trees,
under the grey branches of the beech trees,
in a blueness of little squills and crocuses.
i will lie among the little squills
and be delivered of this overcharge of beauty,
and that which is born shall be a joy to you
who love me.
—amy lowell
lelasari73: All night I wrestled with a memory
Which knocked insurgent at the gates of thought.
The crumbled wreck of years behind has wrought
Its disillusion; now I only cry
For peace, for power to forget the lie
Which hope too long has whispered. So I sought....
~ Amy Lowell ~
inmediopdx: I tried, after reading Amy Lowell’s poem called ‘A lover,’ to briefly describe these meaningful seconds in my poems.
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thursd4yg1rl: in excelsis by amy lowell is such a good poem i love it a lot
Wedneosday: The Crescent Moon
Amy Lowell - 1874-1925
naturines: Then you come,
And you are quiet like the garden,
And white like the alyssum flowers,
And beautiful as the silent sparks of fireflies
— Amy Lowell, from The Garden by Moonlight.
crown_niloy: "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
OliverC61506396: [EBOOK]- Amy Lowell Anew: A Biography
crollyson: No Plath biographer has discussed Plath’s reading of Amy Lowell. I do in the forthcoming The Making of Sylvia Plath. You might also be interested in
djvorreyer: Just discovered a bunch of Amy Lowell and Millay books FREE for Kindle. I feel like I won the lottery.
MicheleRoussea7: Lilacs by Amy Lowell
Lilacs,
False blue,
White,
Purple,
Color of lilac,
Your great puffs of flowers
Are everywhere in this my New England.
ATypicalOne2: 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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tariqhussainzeb: "Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in."
By Amy Lowell
potenspuella: i'm really not sure how being a dick about other American women, like Amy Beach, helps Florence Price. seriously, PBS, you shame Lowell Women with your misogyny.
sunotes: Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to recordthe reactions of his personality to the world he lives in. Amy Lowell (1874-1925)
msatweet: Xiamara Hohman, “But I am also a woman”: Chinese Mythology and Western Gender Expectations in Amy Lowell’s Poetry” 5/6
EstherHawdon: "Watching the iris,
The faint and fragile petals ―
How am I worthy?" Amy Lowell
(images: Kokei Kobayashi / Hasui Kawase)
EXTNTR: Wednesday, April 13th - Charles Burnett, Stanley Donen, Miloš Forman, Lowell George, Amy Goodman, Al Green, Christopher Hitchens, Ruben Ostlund, Dylan Penn, Ron Perlman, Paul Sorvino, Ty Dolla Sign, Max Weinberg, Allison Williams, Hiro Yamamoto -
jprapke: Venetian Glass by Amy Lowell
As one who sails upon a wide, blue sea
Far out of sight of land, his mind intent
Upon the sailing of his little boat,
On tightening ropes and shaping fair his course,
Hears suddenly, across the restless sea,
The rhythmi…
consertum: It was a disappointment,
For I do not like magenta,
And the garden was a fire of magenta
Exploding like a bomb into the light-colored peace of a
spring afternoon.
Amy Lowell
Kipkoech_the4th: "Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in."
By Amy Lowell
Art credit : Peter Ilsted
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.
362t: "When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness." Amy Lowell
PoetryTrain: Opal - Amy Lowell
1WeekCritique: sources of inspiration: amy lowell’s “the broken fountain”
o_franco_aleman: Amy Lowell
greysoulever: my eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears. you are my home, do you not understand?"
- amy lowell, the fruit garden path.
jprapke: After Hearing a Waltz by Amy Lowell
But why did I kill him? Why? Why?
In the small, gilded room, near the stair?
My ears rack and throb with his cry,
And his eyes goggle under his hair,
As my fingers sink into the fair
White skin of his throat. It w…
Wordsof76202815: 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
pickover: "A place is nothing, not even space,
Unless at its heart
A figure stands."
~Amy Lowell, "Thorn Piece," Ballads for Sale (1927)
DeadPoetsDaily: ‘The Painted Ceiling’ by Amy Lowell
DanJWeiss: "It was 50 years ago today/Amy Lowell taught the Falcons to play
You Can't Take It With You was the style/our acting caused many a smile
So let me introduce to you/Frost thespians from '72
We're Amy Lowell's Hart's play band"
faeriesxn: 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
- lilacs (amy lowell)
primeschosen: i am looking for a specific vibe that is like bath by amy lowell which is my favorite poem and u should all read it regardless
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.
Orgyofthemind: thedarknessthinkingthelight: Maria LouceiroAnd I have known a glory of great suns, When days flashed by, pulsing with joy and fire! - 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
AdamCurtisBot: Amy Lowell will always betray you.
ggukssmiile: Quote cr. Amy Lowell, from Opal.
ey0ki1: I love this poem by Amy Lowell. In the book that arrived today (after a long long journey from America - I thought it was lost in transit).
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…
poniesandsodies: these are star magnolia but let's all enjoy this amy lowell poem about having a bad time on her visit to the magnolia gardens
ErinMorreale: “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
Lost_Modernists: Amy Lowell was a Pulitzer Prize winner and a biographer of Keats. Her literary career, according to Margaret Homans, includes “her recognition of her desire for women and her identification across an array of gendered positions.”
lizziespeller: “The scent of hyacinths, like a pale mist, lies
between me and my book;”
Amy Lowell, Vernal Equinox
MyPandaPalNFT: "Take everything easy and quit dreaming and brooding and you will be well guarded from a thousand evils." by Amy Lowell.
lindseyhilsum: Posting an Amy Lowell poem about dreams in wartime made me remember one of her shortest and best, Middle Age. About love and life, not war.
Like black ice
Scrolled over with unintelligible patterns
by an ignorant skater
Is the dulled surface of my heart.
mbailatj: "I painted the leaves of bushes red
And shouted: “Fire! Fire!”
But the neighbors only laughed.
“We cannot warm our hands at them,” they said.
From Amy Lowell's Dreams in Wartime
lindseyhilsum: Dreams in Wartime by the imagist poet Amy Lowell
dianesbaker1: Oh but Ginni, used a LLC, to fund transport & housing of participants. She and Julie Fancinelli paid Bernie Kerik or Women for America First. Amy Kremer, Sidney Lowell, Caroline Wren, Etc. Ask Kimberly.
seventydys: The scent of hyacinths
Amy Lowell, 'Vernal Equinox'
consertum: Cold, wet leaves
Floating on moss-coloured water
And the croaking of frogs—
Cracked bell-notes in the twilight.
Amy Lowell / The Pond
woetoconquered: "Take everything easy and quit dreaming and brooding and you will be well guarded from a thousand evils."- by Amy Lowell
tedstracys: just realized that it's been oficially one year since amy came back on lowell anderson omg
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.
362t: "When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness." Amy Lowell
allurebene: Just a little nearer, moon,
To please a little boy.
ctto ~Amy Lowell
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rajoyceUCB: —Amy Lowell, “September, 1918”
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…
fenieist: "A Lady" by Amy Lowell
historicwomens: Time cover from March 2, 1925, featuring Amy Lowell, an American poet of the imagist school, which promoted a return to classical values. She posthumously won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1926.
POETSorg: Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring!
Thou herald of rich Summer's myriad flowers!
—Amy Lowell
4abhimanyu: A few songs and poems for these times
1. The Bombardment - Amy Lowell
A child wakes and is afraid, and weeps in the darkness.
What has made the bed shake?
‘Mother, where are you? I am awake.
’ ‘Hush, my Darling,
I am here.’ ‘
