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Amy Lowell's Poetry, by first line

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  • "Hullo, Alice!"
    "Hullo, Leon!"
    189 lines, 1 comment
  • O you,
    Who came upon me once
    7 lines
  • You glow in my heart
    Like the flames of uncontrolled candles.
    6 lines
  • When I go away from you
    The world beats dead
    12 lines
  • I ask but one thing of you, only one,
    That always you will be my dream of you;
    14 lines
  • April had covered the hills
    With flickering yellows and reds,
    28 lines
  • A little garden on a bleak hillside
    Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow
    14 lines
  • You came to me bearing bright roses,
    Red like the wine of your heart;
    12 lines
  • Tell me,
    Was Venus more beautiful
    24 lines
  • All day long I have been working,
    Now I am tired
    25 lines
  • You -- you --
    Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver;
    42 lines
  • As I would free the white almond from the green husk
    So I would strip your trappings off,
    5 lines
  • When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
    And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
    6 lines
  • When I have baked white cakes
    And grated green almonds to spread on them;
    24 lines
  • A black cat among roses,
    Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon,
    24 lines
  • They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia,
    Opulent, flaunting.
    15 lines
  • Shall I give you white currants?
    I do not know why, but I have a sudden fancy for this fruit.
    15 lines
  • The snow whispers around me
    And my wooden clogs
    7 lines, 1 comment
  • Life is a stream
    On which we strew
    18 lines
  • In the cloud gray mornings
    I heard the herons Flying
    9 lines, 3 comments
  • The wind is singing through the trees to-night,
    A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences
    14 lines
  • I walk down the garden-paths,
    And all the daffodils
    110 lines
  • Dance!
    Dance!
    25 lines, 1 comment
  • How beautiful are the corn rows,
    Stretching to the morning sun,
    21 lines
  • I am waving a ripe sunflower,
    I am scattering sunflower pollen to the four world-quarters.
    25 lines
  • Send sunflowers!
    With my turkey-bone whistle
    8 lines
  • My corn is green with red tassels,
    I am praying to the lightning to ripen my corn,
    5 lines
  • Before the Altar, bowed, he stands
    With empty hands;
    56 lines
  • Wild little bird, who chose thee for a sign
    To put upon the cover of this book?
    29 lines
  • Glinting golden through the trees,
    Apples of Hesperides!
    24 lines
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