Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)

The Poet


What instinct forces man to journey on,
Urged by a longing blind but dominant!
Nothing he sees can hold him, nothing daunt
His never failing eagerness.  The sun
Setting in splendour every night has won
His vassalage; those towers flamboyant
Of airy cloudland palaces now haunt
His daylight wanderings.  Forever done
With simple joys and quiet happiness
He guards the vision of the sunset sky;
Though faint with weariness he must possess
Some fragment of the sunset’s majesty;
He spurns life’s human friendships to profess
Life’s loneliness of dreaming ecstasy.

Amy Lowell’s other poems:

  1. The Fool Errant
  2. The Cyclists
  3. To Elizabeth Ward Perkins
  4. The Paper Windmill
  5. Francis II, King of Naples

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • John Keats (Джон Китс) The Poet (“Where’s the Poet? show him! show him”)
  • Mark Akenside (Марк Эйкенсайд) The Poet (“Of all the various lots around the ball”)
  • Lucy Montgomery (Люси Монтгомери) The Poet (“There was strength in him and the weak won freely from it”)

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