Poems by Amy Lowell

Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown,
High-waisted, girdled with bright blue;
A straw poke bo...

BURIED SITTING UPRIGHT ON A LIVE HORSE ON A BLUFF OVERLOOKING THE MISSOURI RIVER HE is de...

A black cat among roses,
Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon,
The sweet smells of...

SHE wore purple, and when other people slept She stept lightly lightly in her ruby powdered sli...

See! I give myself to you, Beloved!
My words are little jars
For you to take and put upon a sh...

Hold your soul open for my welcoming.
Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me
With its clear and ...

Under the broken clouds of dawn,
The white leopards eat the grapes
In my vineyard.
And in the...

1 A yellow band of light upon the street
Pours from an open door, and makes a wide
Pathway of...

This little bowl is like a mossy pool
In a Spring wood, where dogtooth violets grow
Nodding in...

"Hullo, Alice!"
"Hullo, Leon!"
"Say, Alice, gi' me a couple
O' them two for five cigars,
...

Why do the lilies goggle their tongues at me
When I pluck them;
And writhe, and twist,
And ...

I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang!
Bang!
Tap!
Tap-a-tap! Rap!
All through the lead and silver...

Happiness, to some, elation;
Is, to others, mere stagnation.
Days of passive somnolence,
...

A face seen passing in a crowded street,
A voice heard singing music, large and free;
And fr...

The stars hang thick in the apple tree,
The south wind smells of the pungent sea,
Gold tulip ...