Poems by Amy Lowell
Teatro Bambino. Dublin, N. H.
... Where tiers of grass-grown seats sprinkled with white, ...
The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde
... beat loud At the beauty before her, and her spirit bowed ...
White and Green
... Leaping and flickering between the budded branches ...
Monadnock in Early Spring
... Pale shrivelled oak leaves, while the snow beneath ...
J--K. Huysmans
... And cast him, bruised and dripping, in the church ...
Sancta Maria, Succurre Miseris
... With his sleeves rolled up, and the dark blue stain ...
Off the Turnpike
... Well, I guess folks about here think I've be'n dret'ful onsociable ...
A Petition
... Of your bright life, and through its tissues lie ...
The Bungler
... Like the flames of uncounted candles ...
Convalescence
... Then falls, betrayed by shifting shells, and lands ...
After Hearing a Waltz by Bartok
... One! Two! Three! His dead limbs have coiled every part ...
The Precinct. Rochester
... Very sunny. The myrtle flowers stretch themselves in the sunshine, ...
Miscast I
... Worm-like, With the beauty of corroded copper patterning white steel ...
Francis II, King of Naples
... and the making of Italy"Poor foolish monarch, vacillating, vain, ...
The Cyclists
... Before time. The smell of her, tainted, ...
