Poems by Amy Lowell
"To-morrow to Fresh Woods and Pastures New"
... Gleams in the wavering sunlight, waiting the shock of his plunging ...
The Matrix
... and I Reach out my hand and pluck a nectarine ...
The Temple
... But we knew The winds would slap and quench it in their game ...
The Green Bowl
... And here They will forget their sad uprooting, lost ...
A Lady
... In your eyes Smoulder the fallen roses of out-lived minutes, ...
The Foreigner
... Why! Your heart's full of milk, ...
Astigmatism
... To Ezra Pound;With much friendship and admiration and some differences of opinion ...
The Lamp of Life
... Distraught, But lighted ever onward, we are brought ...
Apples of Hesperides
... Through the moon-pierced warp of night ...
The Trout
... Hours and hours I've sat to watch you ...
Stupidity
... They hold their fragrance still, a blood-red cone ...
To an Early Daffodil
... Always bold To stand erect, full in the dazzling play ...
The Painted Ceiling
... There are stairs that go up, and stairs that go down, ...
The Forsaken
... another. I would rather lie under the snow with my own man in my arms!So I shall live on and on ...
Red Slippers
... Red slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the ...
