The 69+ Amy Lowell Quotes

In My Stiff, Brocaded Gown. With My Powdered Hair And Jeweled Fan, I Too Am A Rare Pattern.

Only Those Of Our Poets Who Kept Solidly To The Shakespearean Tradition Achieved Any Measure Of Success. But Keats Was The Last Great Exponent Of That Tradition, And We All Know How Thin, How Lacking In Charm, The Copies Of Keats Have Become.

Guarded Within The Old Red Wall's Embrace, Marshalled Like Soldiers In Gay Company, The Tulips Stand Arrayed. Here Infantry Wheels Out Into The Sunlight.

A Man Must Be Sacrificed Now And Again To Provide For The Next Generation Of Men.

How Hard, How Desperately Hard, Is The Way Of The Experimenter In Art!

May Is Much Sunshine Through Small Leaves.

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?

Underneath My Stiffened Gown Is The Softness Of A Woman Bathing In A Marble Basin

Rapture's Self Is Three Parts Sorrow.

I Know That A Creed Is The Shell Of A Lie.

Time! Joyless Emblem Of The Greed Of Millions, Robber Of The Best Which Earth Can Give.

You Are Ice And Fire The Touch Of You Burns My Hands Like Snow.