"Witches are moon-birds, Witches are the women of the false, beautiful moon."
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Amy Lowell quotes (page 3 of 4)
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"I should like to bring a case to trial: Prosperity versus Beauty, Cash registers teetering in a balance against the comfort of the soul."
"I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never shall I wake to find untrue All this I have believed and rested on, Forever vanished, like a vision gone Out into the night. Alas, how few There are who strike in us a chord we knew Existed, but so seldom heard its tone We tremble at the half-forgotten sound. The world is full of rude awakenings And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground, Yet still our human longing vainly clings To a belief in beauty through all wrongs. O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!"
"To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know."
"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."
"Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved."
"My! ain't men blinder'n moles?"
"This is war: Boys flung into a breach Like shoveled earth; And old men, Broken, Driving rapidly before crowds of people In a glitter of silly decorations. Behind the boys And the old men, Life weeps, And shreds her garments To the blowing winds."
"Fifteen millions of soldiers with popguns and horses All bent upon killing, because their "of courses" Are not quite the same."
"Not a softness anywhere about me, Only whalebone and brocade."
"To understand Vers libre, one must abandon all desire to find in it the even rhythm of metrical feet. One must allow the lines to flow as they will when read aloud by an intelligent reader."
"Without poetry the soul and heart of man starves and dies."
"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!"
"Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin"
"I know that a creed is the shell of a lie."
"Can you see through the night, woman, that you stare so upon it? Man, what sparks do your eyes follow in the smouldering darkness?"