Author: Amy Lowell

High up in the apple tree climbing I go, With the sky above me, the earth below. Each branch is […]

Before me lies a mass of shapeless days, Unseparated atoms, and I must Sort them apart and live them. Sifted […]

I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the […]

Study in Whites Wax-white Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. The […]

What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries, Of outworn, childish mysteries, Vague pageants woven on a web of dream! […]

Tang of fruitage in the air; Red boughs bursting everywhere; Shimmering of seeded grass; Hooded gentians all a’mass. Warmth of […]

How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel […]

Some men there are who find in nature all Their inspiration, hers the sympathy Which spurs them on to any […]

Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in […]

I pray to be the tool which to your hand Long use has shaped and moulded till it be Apt […]