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“Poetry, far more than fiction, reveals the soul of humanity.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Soul #Humanity #Fiction
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“Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Art #Men #Expression
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“All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Dream #Book #Reading
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“Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Love Is #Facts #Mystery
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“When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Girlfriend #Wine #Mouths
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“Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Hate #Skulls #Beaks
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“Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Elation #Stagnation
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“A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Men #Generations #Next
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“Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Blood #Coins #Pay
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“Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Loneliness #Moon #Pity
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“Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Giving #Greed #Earth
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“I know that a creed is the shell of a lie.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Lying #Shells #Creeds
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“I shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Gowns
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“Not a softness anywhere about me, Only whalebone and brocade.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Softness
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“Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin”
-- Amy Lowell
#Women #Gowns #Marble
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“In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jeweled fan, I too am a rare Pattern.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Hair #Fans #Gowns
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“Don’t ask a writer what he’s working on. It’s like asking someone with cancer on the progress of his disease.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Cancer #Progress #Asking
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“Even pain ***** to livelier living.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Pain
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“A black cat among roses, phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon, the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still. It is dazed with moonlight, contented with perfume...”
-- Amy Lowell
#Sweet #Cat #Night
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“You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Fire #Hands #Ice
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“Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin, A basin in the midst of hedges grown So thick, she cannot see her lover hiding, But she guesses he is near, And the sliding of the water Seems the stroking of a dear Hand upon her.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Hands #Water #Gowns
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“Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We only watch their glad, early start. Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose; Their widening scope, Their distant employ, We never shall know. And the stream as it flows Sweeps them away, Each one is gone Ever beyond into infinite ways. We alone stay While years hurry on, The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Dream #Flower #Heart
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“Everything mortal has moments immortal”
-- Amy Lowell
#Moments #Immortal
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“I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Missing You #Missing Someone #Tired
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“When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum.”
-- Amy Lowell
#I Miss You #Missing #Going Away
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“Lilacs, False Blue, White, Purple, Colour of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England ... Lilacs in dooryards Holding quiet conversation with an early moon; Lilacs watching a deserted house; ... Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom, You are everywhere.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Spring #Flower #Moon
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“How much more beautiful is the moon, Slanting down the gauffered branches of a plum-tree; The moon Wavering across a bed of tulips; The moon, Still, Upon your face. You shine, Beloved, You and the moon. But which is the reflection?”
-- Amy Lowell
#Beautiful #Reflection #Moon
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“Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Self #Sorrow #Experience
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“Youth condemns; maturity condones”
-- Amy Lowell
#Maturity #Youth
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“So with the stretch of the white road before me, Shining snow crystals rainbowed by the sun, Fields that are white, stained with long, cool, blue shadows, Strong with the strength of my horse as we run. Joy in the touch of the wind and the sunlight! Joy! With the vigorous earth I am one.”
-- Amy Lowell
#Running #Strong #Horse
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