The Garden By Moonlight poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
A black cat among roses, Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon, The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still, It is dazed with moonlight, Contented with perfume, Dreaming the opium dreams of its folded poppies. Firefly lights open and vanish High as the tip buds of the golden […]
The Dinner-Party poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
Fish “So . . .” they said, With their wine-glasses delicately poised, Mocking at the thing they cannot understand. “So . . .” they said again, Amused and insolent. The silver on the table glittered, And the red wine in the glasses Seemed the blood I had wasted In a foolish cause. Game […]
The Cremona Violin poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, and scattered leaves before Her on the clean, flagged path. The sky behind The distant town was black, and sharp defined Against it shone the lines of roofs and towers, Superimposed and flat […]
The Country House poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
Did the door move, or was it always ajar? The gladioli on the table are pale mauve. I smell pale mauve and blue, Blue soft like bruises-putrid-oozing- The air oozes blue-mauve- And the door with the black line where it does not shut! I must pass that door to go to bed, Or […]
The Artist poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
Why do you subdue yourself in golds and purples? Why do you dim yourself with folded silks? Do you not see that I can buy brocades in any draper’s shop, And that I am choked in the twilight of all these colours. How pale you would be, and startling, How quiet; But your […]
Prayer For Lightning poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
My corn is green with red tassels, I am praying to the lightning to ripen my corn, I am praying to the thunder which carries the lightning. Corn is sweet where lightning has fallen. I pray to the six-coloured clouds. Amy LowellAmy Lawrence Lowell (1874 – 1925) was an American poetess […]
Prayer For A Profusion Of Sunflowers poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
Send sunflowers! With my turkey-bone whistle I am calling the birds To sing upon the sunflowers. For when the clouds hear them singing They will come quickly, And rain will fall upon our fields. Send sunflowers! Amy LowellAmy Lawrence Lowell (1874 – 1925) was an American poetess that belonged to the […]
Orange Of Midsummer poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
You came to me in the pale starting of Spring, And I could not see the world For the blue mist of wonder before my eyes. You beckoned me over a rainbow bridge, And I set foot upon it, trembling. Through pearl and saffron I followed you, Through heliotrope and rose, Iridescence after […]
A Lover poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
If I could catch the green lantern of the firefly I could see to write you a letter. Amy LowellAmy Lawrence Lowell (1874 – 1925) was an American poetess that belonged to the informal imagist, an early modernist movement, which promoted a return to classical values. She posthumously won the Pulitzer […]
In Excelsis poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
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. The movement of your hands is the long, golden running of light from a rising sun; It is the hopping of birds upon […]
In A Time Of Dearth poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
Before me, On either side of me, I see sand. If I turn the corner of my house, I see sand, Long, brown Lines and levels of flat Sand. If I could only see a caravan Heave over the edge of it: The camels wobbling and swaying, Stepping like ostriches, With rocking palanquins […]
Granadilla poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
I cut myself upon the thought of you And yet I come back to it again and again, A kind of fury makes me want to draw you out From the dimness of the present And set you sharply above me in a wheel of roses. Then, going obviously to inhale their fragrance, I […]
Free Fantasia On Japanese Themes poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
All the afternoon there has been a chirping of birds, And the sun lies warm and still on the western sides of swollen branches. There is no wind; Even the little twigs at the ends of the branches do not move, And the needles of the pines are solid Bands of inarticulated blackness […]
Flute-Priest Song For Rain poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
Whistle under the water, Make the water bubble to the tones of the flute. I call the bluebirds song into the water: Wee-kee! Wee-kee-kee! Dawn is coming, The morning star shines upon us. Bluebird singing to the West clouds, Bring the humming rain. Water-rattles shake, Flute whistles, Star in Heaven shines. I blow […]
Aliens poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
The chatter of little people Breaks on my purpose Like the water-drops which slowly wear the rocks to powder. And while I laugh My spirit crumbles at their teasing touch. Amy LowellAmy Lawrence Lowell (1874 – 1925) was an American poetess that belonged to the informal imagist, an early modernist movement, […]
A Lover poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
If I could catch the green lantern of the firefly I could see to write you a letter. Amy LowellAmy Lawrence Lowell (1874 – 1925) was an American poetess that belonged to the informal imagist, an early modernist movement, which promoted a return to classical values. She posthumously won the Pulitzer […]
Wind poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea, He steals the down from the honeybee, He makes the forest trees rustle and sing, He twirls my kite till it breaks its string. Laughing, dancing, sunny wind, Whistling, howling, rainy wind, North, South, East and West, Each is the wind I like the best. […]
White and Green poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
Hey! My daffodil-crowned, Slim and without sandals! As the sudden spurt of flame upon darkness So my eyeballs are startled with you, Supple-limbed youth among the fruit-trees, Light runner through tasselled orchards. You are an almond flower unsheathed Leaping and flickering between the budded branches. *** More poems by Amy Lowell […]
Vintage poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
I will mix me a drink of stars, — Large stars with polychrome needles, Small stars jetting maroon and crimson, Cool, quiet, green stars. I will tear them out of the sky, And squeeze them over an old silver cup, And I will pour the cold scorn of my Beloved into it, So that […]
Venus Transiens poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
Tell me, Was Venus more beautiful Than you are, When she topped The crinkled waves, Drifting shoreward On her plaited shell? Was Botticelli’s vision Fairer than mine; And were the painted rosebuds He tossed his lady Of better worth Than the words I blow about you To cover your too great loveliness As with […]
Venetian Glass poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
As one who sails upon a wide, blue sea Far out of sight of land, his mind intent Upon the sailing of his little boat, On tightening ropes and shaping fair his course, Hears suddenly, across the restless sea, The rhythmic striking of some towered clock, And wakes from thoughtless idleness to time: Time, […]
Two Travellers in the Place Vendome poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
Reign of Louis Philippe A great tall column spearing at the sky With a little man on top. Goodness! Tell me why? He looks a silly thing enough to stand up there so high. What a strange fellow, like a soldier in a play, Tight-fitting coat with the tails cut away, High-crowned hat which […]
To John Keats poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
Great master! Boyish, sympathetic man! Whose orbed and ripened genius lightly hung From life’s slim, twisted tendril and there swung In crimson-sphered completeness; guardian Of crystal portals through whose openings fan The spiced winds which blew when earth was young, Scattering wreaths of stars, as Jove once flung A golden shower from heights cerulean. […]
To Elizabeth Ward Perkins poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
Dear Bessie, would my tired rhyme Had force to rise from apathy, And shaking off its lethargy Ring word-tones like a Christmas chime. But in my soul’s high belfry, chill The bitter wind of doubt has blown, The summer swallows all have flown, The bells are frost-bound, mute and still. Upon the crumbling boards […]
To an Early Daffodil poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring! Thou herald of rich Summer’s myriad flowers! The climbing sun with new recovered powers Does warm thee into being, through the ring Of rich, brown earth he woos thee, makes thee fling Thy green shoots up, inheriting the dowers Of bending sky and sudden, sweeping showers, Till ripe […]
To a Friend poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never shall I wake to find untrue All this I have believed and rested on, Forever vanished, like a vision gone Out into the night. Alas, how few There are who strike in us a […]
Thompson’s Lunch Room – Grand Central Station poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
Study in Whites Wax-white — Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. The big room is coloured like the petals Of a great magnolia, And has a patina Of flower bloom Which makes it shine dimly Under the electric lamps. Chairs are ranged in rows Like […]
The Way poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound between hedges of roses Whose blossoms were poised above leaves as pond lilies float on the water, While hidden by bloom in a hawthorn a bird filled the morning with singing. It widened a […]
The Trout poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
Naughty little speckled trout, Can’t I coax you to come out? Is it such great fun to play In the water every day? Do you pull the Naiads’ hair Hiding in the lilies there? Do you hunt for fishes’ eggs, Or watch tadpoles grow their legs? Do the little trouts have school In some […]
The Tree of Scarlet Berries poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
The rain gullies the garden paths And tinkles on the broad sides of grass blades. A tree, at the end of my arm, is hazy with mist. Even so, I can see that it has red berries, A scarlet fruit, Filmed over with moisture. It seems as though the rain, Dripping from it, Should […]
The Temple poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
Between us leapt a gold and scarlet flame. Into the hollow of the cupped, arched blue Of Heaven it rose. Its flickering tongues up-drew And vanished in the sunshine. How it came We guessed not, nor what thing could be its name. From each to each had sprung those sparks which flew Together into […]
The Taxi poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. I call out for you against the jutted stars And shout into the ridges of the wind. Streets coming fast, One after the other, Wedge you away from me, And the lamps of the city prick my eyes So that […]
The Shadow poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly be vexed. Of all His customers the old prelate Was the most important, for his state Descended to his watches and rings, And he gave his mistresses many things To make them forget his […]
The Road to Avignon poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
A Minstrel stands on a marble stair, Blown by the bright wind, debonair; Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor, Above on the terrace a turret door Frames a lady, listless and wan, But fair for the eye to rest upon. The minstrel plucks at his silver strings, And looking up to the lady, […]
The Red Lacquer Music-Stand poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven flowers and fruits in blackening gold, The slender shaft all twined about and thickly scrolled With vine leaves and young twisted tendrils, whirling, curling, Flinging their new shoots over the four wings, and swirling […]
The Promise of the Morning Star poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
Thou father of the children of my brain By thee engendered in my willing heart, How can I thank thee for this gift of art Poured out so lavishly, and not in vain. What thou created never more can die, Thy fructifying power lives in me And I conceive, knowing it is by thee, […]
The Precinct. Rochester poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
The tall yellow hollyhocks stand, Still and straight, With their round blossoms spread open, In the quiet sunshine. And still is the old Roman wall, Rough with jagged bits of flint, And jutting stones, Old and cragged, Quite still in its antiquity. The pear-trees press their branches against it, And feeling it warm and […]
The Pleiades poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
By day you cannot see the sky For it is up so very high. You look and look, but it’s so blue That you can never see right through. But when night comes it is quite plain, And all the stars are there again. They seem just like old friends to me, I’ve known […]
The Pike poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
In the brown water, Thick and silver-sheened in the sunshine, Liquid and cool in the shade of the reeds, A pike dozed. Lost among the shadows of stems He lay unnoticed. Suddenly he flicked his tail, And a green-and-copper brightness Ran under the water. Out from under the reeds Came the olive-green light, And […]
The Paper Windmill poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of the square glistened like mica. In the trees, a breeze danced and pranced, and shook drops of sunlight like falling golden coins into the brown water of the canal. Down stream slowly drifted a […]