Poems by Amy Lowell
The Exeter Road
... Lord! What brutes men are when they think they're scored ...
La Vie de Boheme
... Crusted to grey, and all its changing surfaces ...
A Lover
... If I could catch the green lantern of the firefly ...
Generations
... Your shadow is no shadow, but a scattered sunshine ...
The Pond
... Cracked bell-notes in the twilight ...
The Country House
... And the door with the black line where it does not shut! ...
Market Day
... Double rows Of bartering booths spread out their tempting shows ...
Falling Snow
... And when the temple bell rings again ...
Solitaire
... When all the good folk have put out their bed-room candles, ...
Autumn
... They brought a quilled, yellow dahlia, ...
Prime
... And the sky changes to a fresher color ...
Prayer For A Profusion Of Sunflowers
... For when the clouds hear them singing ...
Women's Harvest Song
... And I will lay many blue prayer-sticks at the shrine of Ta-wa ...
Interlude
... When I have smoothed the seam of the linen I have been working ...
The Wind
... The pine trees toss him their cones with glee, ...
