Amy Lowell Short Quotes

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Love is a game — yes?
I think it is a drowning.

Amy Lowell
Happiness, to some, elation;
Is, to others, mere stagnation.

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

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Not a softness anywhere about me,
Only whalebone and brocade.

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How loud clocks can tick when a room is empty, and one is alone!

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How hard, how desperately hard, is the way of the experimenter in art!

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When I go away from you
The world beats dead
Like a slackened drum.

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Moon!
Moon!
I am prone before you.
Pity me,
And drench me in loneliness.

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To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.

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

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But a place is nothing, not even space,
Unless at its heart a figure stands.

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

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

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Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved.

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Do we want laurels for ourselves most,
Or most that no one else shall have any?

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I shall go
Up and down
In my gown.
Gorgeously arrayed,
Boned and stayed.

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

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A man must be sacrificed now and again
To provide for the next generation of men.

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

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Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run.

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

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Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.

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

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In my stiff, brocaded gown.
With my powdered hair and jeweled fan,
I too am a rare
Pattern.

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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.

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What are poems but words
Set edgewise up like children's blocks
To build a structure no one can inhabit.

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A wise man, Watching the stars pass across the sky, Remarked: In the upper air the fireflies move more slowly.

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And now a month has passed and not a word have I had from you,
Not so much as a scrawl to say you could not write!

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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.

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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.

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