Poems by Amy Lowell
On Carpaccio's Picture: The Dream of St. Ursula
... Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor ...
Hora Stellatrix
... 'T is night and spring, Sweetheart, and spring! ...
Frankincense and Myrrh
... records Of all a bruised life's maimed imaginings ...
To John Keats
... guardian Of crystal portals through whose openings fan ...
The Red Lacquer Music-Stand
... wall When the Boy, fine-drawn by sleeplessness, started his ritual ...
Two Travellers in the Place Vendome
... I declare Those spiral battles round the shaft don't seem just his affair ...
Thompson's Lunch Room -- Grand Central Station
... A spoon falls upon the floor with the impact of metal striking stone, ...
The Coal Picker
... Gleam red the wounds which will not shut ...
An Opera House
... Its tassels jarring slightly when someone crosses the stage behind ...
Epitaph in a Church-Yard in Charleston, South Carolina
... NOV'R 5th 1843 AGED 22He died of "Stranger's Fever" when his youth ...
Clear, with Light, Variable Winds
... On the grass. "I will close his eyes," said the head gardener, ...
The Last Quarter of the Moon
... I am afraid! I crave to be lost like a wind-blown flame ...
Crepuscule du Matin
... So I sought The sleep which would not come, and night was fraught ...
Pickthorn Manor
... away behind. At the far end through twisted cherry-trees The old house glowed, ...
Storm-Racked
... My eyes with hope o'erstrained, are growing blind ...
