Poems by Amy Lowell

Blue through the window burns the twilight;
Heavy, through trees, blows the war...

All day long I have been working,
Now I am tired.
I call: "Where are you?"
But there is only ...

Softly the water ripples
Against the canoe's curving side,
Softly the birch tree...

They have watered the street,
It shines in the glare of lamps,
Cold, white lamps,
And lies...

When you, my Dear, are away, away,
How wearily goes the creeping day.
A year drags after mo...

A little garden on a bleak hillside
Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow
Lies far into...

Tang of fruitage in the air;
Red boughs bursting everywhere;
Shimmering of seeded grass;
Ho...

Fireflies flicker in the tops of trees,
Flicker in the lower branches,
Skim along the ground....

You are beautiful and faded
Like an old opera tune
Played upon a harpsichord;
Or like the sun...

Always we are following a light,
Always the light recedes; with groping hands
We stretch towar...

How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life,
A spatter of rust on its polished steel!
The seas...

Little cramped words scrawling all over the paper
Like draggled fly's legs,
What can you tell ...

'T is you that are the music, not your song.
The song is but a door which, opening wide,
Let...

So, Master, the wine gave you something,
I suppose. I think I see you,
Your silks a...

Leisure, thou goddess of a bygone age,
When hours were long and days sufficed to hold
Wide-ey...