AMY LOWELL QUOTES

American poet (1874-1925)

If what we worship fail us, still the fire
Burns on, and it is much to have believed.

AMY LOWELL, "Hero-Worship"

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Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart.

AMY LOWELL, "Petals", A Dome of Many-coloured Glass

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Witches are moon-birds,
Witches are the women of the false, beautiful moon.

AMY LOWELL, "Witch-Woman"

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Taking us by and large, we're a queer lot
We women who write poetry. And when you think
How few of us there've been, it's queerer still.
I wonder what it is that makes us do it,
Singles us out to scribble down, man-wise,
The fragments of ourselves.

AMY LOWELL, "The Sisters"

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Poetry, far more than fiction, reveals the soul of humanity.

AMY LOWELL, preface, Tendencies in Modern Poetry

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All books are either dreams or swords,
You can cut, or you can drug, with words.

AMY LOWELL, Sword Blades and Poppy Seeds

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Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.

AMY LOWELL, "The Revenge", The New Republic, July 12, 1922

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Beneath this sod lie the remains
Of one who died of growing pains.

AMY LOWELL, "Epitaph of a Young Poet Who Died Before Having Achieved Success", Sword Blades and Poppy Seeds

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If each man were to lay down his weapon, and say,
With a click of his heels, "I wish you Good-day,"
Now what, may I ask, could the Emperor do?
A king and his minions are really so few.

AMY LOWELL, Men, Women and Ghosts

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My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings
Vibrate most readily to minor chords,
Searching and sad; my mind is stuffed with words
Which voice the passion and the ache of things:
Illusions beating with their baffled wings
Against the walls of circumstance.

AMY LOWELL, "Frankincense and Myrrh", A Dome of Many-coloured Glass

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You are ice and fire
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.

AMY LOWELL, "Opal", Pictures of the Floating World

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Freighted with hope,
Crimsoned with joy,
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose.

AMY LOWELL, "Petals", A Dome of Many-coloured Glass

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The stigma of oddness is the price a myopic world always exacts of genius.

AMY LOWELL, John Keats

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All recurring joy is pain refined.

AMY LOWELL, "A Fixed Idea", A Dome of Many-coloured Glass

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What a marvel bureaucracy is, which can smother
Such quite elementary feelings, and tag
A man with a number, and set him to wag
His legs and his arms at the word of command
Or the blow of a whistle! He's certainly damned,
Fit only for mince-meat, if a little gold lace
And an upturned moustache can set him to face
Bullets, and bayonets, and death, and diseases,
Because some one he calls his Emperor, pleases.

AMY LOWELL, Men, Women and Ghosts

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How empty seems the town now you are gone!
A wilderness of sad streets, where gaunt walls
Hide nothing to desire.

AMY LOWELL, "From One Who Stays", A Dome of Many-coloured Glass

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When trying to explain anything, I usually find that the Bible, that great collection of magnificent and varied poetry, has said it before in the best possible way.

AMY LOWELL, Poetry and Poets: Essays

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Oh! To be a butterfly
Still, upon a flower,
Winking with its painted wings,
Happy in the hour.

AMY LOWELL, "Song", A Dome of Many-coloured Glass

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Everything mortal has moments immortal,
Swift and God-gifted, immeasurably bright.

AMY LOWELL, "A Winter Ride", A Dome of Many-coloured Glass

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Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.

AMY LOWELL, "Happiness", Sword Blades and Poppy Seed

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