Decade (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) When you came, you were like red wine and honey... continue reading
End, The (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) Throughout the echoing chambers of my brain I hear your words in mournful cadence toll Like some slow passing-bell which warns the soul Of sundering darkness. continue reading
Fixed Idea, A (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) You lie upon my heart as on a nest, Folded in peace, for you can never know How crushed I am with having you at rest Heavy upon my life... continue reading
Fool Errant, The (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A vigorous youth, but with no wish to walk, Yet his longing was great for the distant town. continue reading
From One Who Stays (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) How empty seems the town now you are gone! A wilderness of sad streets, where gaunt walls Hide nothing to desire; sunshine falls Eery, distorted, as it long had shone On white, dead faces tombed in halls of stone. continue reading
Garden By Moonlight, The (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) A black cat among roses, Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon, The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. continue reading
Gift, A (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) See! I give myself to you, Beloved! My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a shelf. continue reading
Giver Of Stars, The (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) 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... continue reading
Happiness (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) Happiness to me is wine, Effervescent, superfine. Full of tang and fiery pleasure, Far too hot to leave me leisure For a single thought beyond it... continue reading
