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Amy Lowell's Poetry, by title

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  • 1777
    The Trumpet-Vine Arbour
    The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open,
    181 lines
  • A Ballad of Footmen
    Now what in the name of the sun and the stars
    Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars?
    49 lines
  • A Blockhead
    Before me lies a mass of shapeless days,
    Unseparated atoms, and I must
    13 lines
  • A Coloured Print By Shokei
    It winds along the face of a cliff
    This path which I long to explore,
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • A Fairy Tale
    On winter nights beside the nursery fire
    We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals
    49 lines
  • A Fixed Idea
    What torture lurks within a single thought
    When grown too constant, and however kind,
    14 lines
  • A Gift
    See!  I give myself to you, Beloved!
    My words are little jars
    11 lines
  • A Japanese Wood-Carving
    High up above the open, welcoming door
    It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim.
    39 lines
  • A Lady
    You are beautiful and faded
    Like an old opera tune
    17 lines
  • A Little Song
    When you, my Dear, are away, away,
    How wearily goes the creeping day.
    20 lines, 1 comment
  • A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M.
    They have watered the street,
    It shines in the glare of lamps,
    30 lines
  • A Lover
    1 lines
  • A Petition
    I pray to be the tool which to your hand
    Long use has shaped and moulded till it be
    13 lines
  • A Roxbury Garden
    I
    Hoops
    389 lines
  • A Tale Of Starvation
    There once was a man whom the gods didn't love,
    And a disagreeable man was he.
    163 lines
  • A Tulip Garden
    Guarded within the old red wall's embrace,
    Marshalled like soldiers in gay company,
    13 lines
  • A Winter Ride
    Who shall declare the joy of the running!
    Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight!
    12 lines
  • Absence
    My cup is empty to-night,
    Cold and dry are its sides,
    15 lines
  • After Hearing A Waltz By Bartok
    But why did I kill him?  Why?  Why?
    In the small, gilded room, near the stair?
    75 lines
  • Aftermath
    I learnt to write to you in happier days,
    And every letter was a piece I chipped
    14 lines
  • Aliens
    The chatter of little people
    Breaks on my purpose
    4 lines
  • Anticipation
    I have been temperate always,
    But I am like to be very drunk
    10 lines
  • Apology
    Be not angry with me that I bear
    Your colours everywhere,
    33 lines
  • Apples Of Hesperides
    Glinting golden through the trees,
    Apples of Hesperides!
    24 lines
  • Astigmatism
    To Ezra Pound
      With much friendship and admiration and some differences of opinion
    84 lines
  • At Night
    The wind is singing through the trees to-night,
    A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences
    14 lines
  • Aubade
    As I would free the white almond from the green husk
    So I would strip your trappings off,
    5 lines
  • Autumn
    They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia,
    Opulent, flaunting.
    15 lines
  • Azure And Gold
    April had covered the hills
    With flickering yellows and reds,
    28 lines
  • Basket Dance
    Dance!
    Dance!
    25 lines, 1 comment
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