In Exelcis (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) You -- you -- Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver; Your footsteps, the seeding-place of lilies; Your hands moving, a chime of bells across a windless air. continue reading
Interlude (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) If the sun is beautiful on bricks and pewter, How much more beautiful is the moon, Slanting down the gauffered branches of a plum-tree; continue reading
Irony (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) The moon-pursuing sea, to come again. Their hearts are blown away on the hot breeze. Only the shells and stones can wait to be Washed bright. continue reading
Japanese Wood-Carving, A (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it was a waving tree And knew the sun and shadow through the leaves Of forest trees, in a thick eastern wood. continue reading
Lady, A (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) You are beautiful and faded Like an old opera tune Played upon a harpsichord; Or like the sun-flooded silks Of an eighteenth-century boudoir. continue reading
Little Garden, The (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) A little garden on a bleak hillside Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow Lies far into the spring. continue reading
Little Song, A (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) When you, my Dear, are away, away, How wearily goes the creeping day. A year drags after morning, and night Starts another year of candle light. continue reading
Mirage (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) A thousand misconceptions may prevent Our souls from coming near enough to blend; Let me but think we have the same intent, That each one needs to call the other, "friend!" continue reading
Obligation (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) Hold your apron wide That I may pour my gifts into it, So that scarcely shall your two arms hinder them From falling to the ground. continue reading
