Author: Amy Lowell

Who shall declare the joy of the running! Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight! Springing and spurning the […]

Thou father of the children of my brain By thee engendered in my willing heart, How can I thank thee […]

The wind is singing through the trees to-night, A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences And crashing intervals. No summer breeze […]

Holy Mother of God, Merciful Mary. Hear Me! I am very weary. I have come From a village miles away, […]

1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of […]

Softly the water ripples Against the canoe’s curving side, Softly the birch trees rustle Flinging over us branches wide. Softly […]

Between us leapt a gold and scarlet flame. Into the hollow of the cupped, arched blue Of Heaven it rose. […]

I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip hiss drip hiss Fall the raindrops on the oaken log which […]

I have whetted my brain until it is like a Damascus Blade, So keen that it nicks off the floating […]

See! I give myself to you, Beloved! My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a […]