Poems by Amy Lowell
Penumbra
... Followed by the drawn-out shunting scrape of a freight train ...
Carrefour
... Rather than fill me with the wild white honey of your words ...
Bath
... the surface of the water and dance, dance, and their reflections wobble deliciously over the ceiling ...
The Artist
... s shop, And that I am choked in the twilight of all these colors ...
Aliens
... Like the water-drops which slowly wear the rocks to powder ...
November
... The vine leaves against the brick walls of my house, ...
Women's Song Of The Corn
... Very beautiful, the long rows of corn ...
Orange Of Midsummer
... And came upon you under a maple-tree, plaiting poppies for a girdle ...
Grotesque
... And strangle themselves against my fingers, ...
The Swans
... But only the gargoyles up in the hard blue air heed them ...
Vespers
... Could I have lifted you to the roof of the greenhouse, my Dear, ...
The Travelling Bear
... And boys and young women shuffle their feet in time to the dancing bear, ...
Two Lacquer Prints
... Remarked: In the upper air the fireflies move more slowly ...
In Excelsis
... The movement of your hands is the long, golden running of light from a rising sun ...
On Carpaccio's Picture
... Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor ...
