Plant Poems

Plant Poems

Gold-Leaf Screen, by Amy Lowell

Under the broken clouds of dawn,
The white le...

The Great Adventure of Max Breuck, by Amy Lowell

1 A yellow band of light upon the street
Pour...

The Hammers, by Amy Lowell

I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang!
Bang!
Tap!...

Hora Stellatrix, by Amy Lowell

The stars hang thick in the apple tree,
The s...

Illusion, by Amy Lowell

Walking beside the tree-peonies,
I saw a beet...

In a Garden, by Amy Lowell

Gushing from the mouths of stone men
To spread...

Listening, by Amy Lowell

'T is you that are the music, not your song.
...

The Little Garden, by Amy Lowell

A little garden on a bleak hillside
Where deep...

Loon Point, by Amy Lowell

Softly the water ripples
    Against...

Madonna of the Evening Flowers, by Amy Lowell

All day long I have been working,
Now I am ti...

The Matrix, by Amy Lowell

Goaded and harassed in the factory
That tears ...

Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn Evening, by Amy Lowell

It was a gusty night,
With the wind booming, ...

Off the Turnpike, by Amy Lowell

Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest.
I jest stepped in ...

Patience, by Amy Lowell

Be patient with you?
When the stooping sky
Le...

Petals, by Amy Lowell

Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by p...

Pickthorn Manor, by Amy Lowell

I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day...

Reaping, by Amy Lowell

You want to know what's the matter with me, do...

The Red Lacquer Music-Stand, by Amy Lowell

A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since b...

The Ring and the Castle, by Amy Lowell

"BENJAMIN BAILEY, Benjamin Bailey, why do you...

The Road to Avignon, by Amy Lowell

A Minstrel stands on a marble stair,
Blown by...

A Roxbury Garden, by Amy Lowell

I Hoops Blue and pink sashes,
Criss-cross s...

The Shadow, by Amy Lowell

Paul Jannes was working very late,
For this w...

Stravinsky's Three Pieces "Grotesques", for String Quartet, by Amy Lowell

First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes
Draw...

Stupidity, by Amy Lowell

Dearest, forgive that with my clumsy touch
&n...

Sword Blades and Poppy Seed, by Amy Lowell

A drifting, April, twilight sky,
A wind whi...