Poems by Amy Lowell

Who shall declare the joy of the running!
Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight!
Springing ...

As one who sails upon a wide, blue sea
Far out of sight of land, his mind intent
Upon the sai...

When I stand under the willow-tree
Above the river,
In my straw-coloured silken garment
Embro...

I will mix me a drink of stars, --
Large stars with polychrome needles,
Small stars jetting m...

At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses
Sweeping triumphant across ...

I beg you
Hide your face from me.
Draw the tissue of your head-gear
Over your eyes.
For I am ...

Hey! My daffodil-crowned,
Slim and without sandals!
As the sudden spurt of flame upon darkness...

I put your leaves aside,
One by one:
The stiff, broad outer leaves;
The smaller ones,
Pl...

A Minstrel stands on a marble stair,
Blown by the bright wind, debonair;
Below lies the sea,...

I Hoops Blue and pink sashes,
Criss-cross shoes,
Minna and Stella run out into the garden
...

Dear Virgin Mary, far away,
Look down from Heaven while I pray.
Open your golden casement hig...

Paul Jannes was working very late,
For this watch must be done by eight
To-morrow or the Cardi...

There is no moon in the sky,
But with each step
I see one grow in the sand
Under my feet.
Th...

How should I sing when buffeting salt waves
And stung with bitter surges, in whose might
I tos...

Thou father of the children of my brain
By thee engendered in my willing heart,
...