Poems by Amy Lowell

Over the housetops,
Above the rotating chimney-pots,
I have seen a shiver of amethyst,
And ...

The fountain bent and straightened itself
In the night wind,
Blowing like a flower.
It gleame...

He perches in the slime, inert,
Bedaubed with iridescent dirt.
The oil upon the puddles dries...

It winds along the face of a cliff
This path which I long to explore,
And over i...

From out the dragging vastness of the sea,
Wave-fettered, bound in sinuous, seaweed strands, ...

Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door.
A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind...