"I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it."
About Amy Lowell
Amy Lowell — Life and Legacy
Amy Lowell, a prominent figure in early 20th-century American poetry, is celebrated for her innovative use of imagery and her exploration of complex emotional landscapes. Her work, particularly the poem 'Patterns', delves into the constraints imposed on women by society, using the metaphor of fabric to illustrate the struggle for individuality and self-expression. Lowell's poetry often intertwines themes of love and nature, revealing the depth of human emotion through her vivid descriptions and unique style. In her words, she captures the tension between societal expectations and personal desires, challenging the norms of her time. Her quotes resonate with readers today, as they reflect a timeless quest for authenticity and emotional truth, making her contributions to literature both significant and enduring.
Quote collection
Amy Lowell quotes (page 1 of 4)
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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."
"Polyphonic prose is a kind of free verse, except that it is still freer. Polyphonic makes full use of cadence, rime, alliteration, assonance."
"Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in."
"All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words."
"Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation."
"Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour."
"Happiness, to some, is elation; to others it is mere stagnation."
"Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know."
"When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness."
"Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls."
"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."
"Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart."
"The stigma of oddness is the price a myopic world always exacts of genius."
"Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good."
"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."
"This is America, This vast, confused beauty, This staring, restless speed of loveliness, Mighty, overwhelming, crude, of all forms, Making grandeur out of profusion, Afraid of no incongruities, Sublime in its audacity, Bizarre breaker of moulds."
"Poets are always the advance guard of literature; the advance guard of life. It is for this reason that their recognition comes so slowly."
"When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum."
"Youth condemns; maturity condones"