Rose Poems

Rose Poems

The Camellia Tree of Matsue, by Amy Lowell

At Matsue,
There was a Camellia Tree of great...

The Captured Goddess, by Amy Lowell

Over the housetops,
Above the rotating chimne...

The Cremona Violin, by Amy Lowell

Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut t...

The Fool Errant, by Amy Lowell

The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life
&nb...

The Fruit Garden Path, by Amy Lowell

The path runs straight between the flowering ro...

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 Little Garden, by Amy Lowell

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

Loon Point, by Amy Lowell

Softly the water ripples
    Against...

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 ...

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...

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...

Stupidity, by Amy Lowell

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

The Temple, by Amy Lowell

Between us leapt a gold and scarlet flame.
Int...

An Epithalamium, by Sappho

Fragments 91, 92, 99, 106, 104, 103, 100,...

Maidens Dancing in Moonlight, by Sappho

Then, as the broad moon rose on high,
The ma...

Sappho to Her Girlfriends, by Sappho

Fragments 34, 77, 76, 61, 71, 48, 86, 83...

Yea, Thou Shalt Die, by Sappho

Yea, thou shalt die,
And lie
    ...

Colors, by Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

I love color.
I love flaming reds,
And vivid...