Poems by Amy Lowell
The Crescent Moon
... Playing hide and seek with stars, ...
Happiness
... Even pain Pricks to livelier living, then ...
The Taxi
... To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night ...
Song
... Always their plunging thunder and their misty arch of blue ...
Wind
... The pine trees toss him their cones with glee, ...
Azure and Gold
... . Centre Stone of the Crown of the World, ...
The Way
... of Nature, Are minstrels of change and of promise, they herald the joy of the ...
Lead Soldiers
... ad us with your points, Great Star!The china mandarin on the bookcase nods slowly, forward and back ...
In Darkness
... Ours to be Wasted with longing, shattered in the throes, ...
Music
... The neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute ...
Listening
... The painted trillium smiles, while crisp pine cones ...
The Fruit Shop
... Yes, they're high, they're high, and those Turkey figs, ...
Venetian Glass
... And to-night Having just left you, I can say: "'T is well ...
The Allies
... and sweat. They will fight for the earth, for the increase of the slow, sure ...
A Tulip Garden
... Forward they come, with flaunting colours spread, ...
