Poems by Amy Lowell

"BENJAMIN BAILEY, Benjamin Bailey, why do you wake at the stroke of three?"
"I heard the hoot...

I know a country laced with roads,
They join the hills and they span the brooks,
They weave l...

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...

The noise of the city sounds below me.
It clashes against the houses
And rises like smoke throu...

Oh! To be a flower
Nodding in the sun,
Bending, then upspringing
...

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 yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring!
Thou herald of rich Summer's myriad flowers!
The climb...

Great master! Boyish, sympathetic man!
Whose orbed and ripened genius lightly hung
From life's...

Dear Bessie, would my tired rhyme
Had force to rise from apathy,
...

First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes
Drawing sound out and out
Until it is a screeching th...

I ask but one thing of you, only one,
That always you will be my dream of you;
That never sh...