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Amy Lowell: Frindsbury, Kent, 1786
Frindsbury, Kent, 1786Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the copper of Autumn hazes. Tap to the red rising sun, Tap to the purple…Amy Lowell: Paris, April, 1814
Paris, April, 1814Cold, impassive, the marble arch of the Place du Carrousel. Haughty, contemptuous, the marble arch of the Place du Carrousel. Like a woman raped by force, rising above her…Amy Lowell: Paris, March, 1814
Paris, March, 1814Fine yellow sunlight down the rue du Mont Thabor. Ten o'clock striking from all the clock-towers of Paris. Over the door of a shop, in gilt letters: "Martin — Parfumeur",…Amy Lowell: The City of Falling Leaves
The City of Falling LeavesLeaves fall, Brown leaves, Yellow leaves streaked with brown. They fall, Flutter, Fall again. The brown leaves, And the streaked yellow leaves, Loosen on their…Amy Lowell: The Trumpet-Vine Arbour
The Trumpet-Vine ArbourThe throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats against the hot sunlight. They bray and blare at the burning sky. Red! Red…Amy Lowell: Suggested by the Cover of a Volume of Keats's Poems
Suggested by the Cover of a Volume of Keats's PoemsWild little bird, who chose thee for a sign To put upon the cover of this book? Who heard thee singing in the distance dim, The vague, far…Amy Lowell: Epitaph in a Church-Yard in Charleston, South Carolina
Epitaph in a Church-Yard in Charleston, South Carolina GEORGE AUGUSTUS CLOUGH A NATIVE OF LIVERPOOL, DIED SUDDENLY OF "STRANGER'S FEVER" NOV'R 5th 1843…Amy Lowell: Francis II, King of Naples
Francis II, King of NaplesWritten after reading Trevelyan's Garibaldi and the making of ItalyPoor foolish monarch, vacillating, vain, Decaying victim of a race of kings, Swift Destiny shook…Amy Lowell: From One Who Stays
From One Who StaysHow empty seems the town now you are gone! A wilderness of sad streets, where gaunt walls Hide nothing to desire; sunshine falls Eery, distorted, as it long had shone On…A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass
Amy LowellDedicationLife, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity. Shelley , Adonais. Le silence est si grand que mon coeur en frissonne, Seul, le bruit de…Trending
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