How hard, how desperately hard, is the way of the experimenter in art! Amy Lowell More Quotes by Amy Lowell More Quotes From Amy Lowell On the neck of the young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise. Youth condemns; maturity condones. Amy Lowell necks maturity men Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose. Amy Lowell opening rose joy The stigma of oddness is the price a myopic world always exacts of genius. Amy Lowell myopic genius world All recurring joy is pain refined. Amy Lowell refined pain joy When I go away from you Amy Lowell missing-someone missing-you i-miss-you A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men. Amy Lowell generations sacrifice men My! ain't men blinder'n moles? Amy Lowell moles men 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. Amy Lowell gowns water hands Take everything easy and quit dreaming and brooding and you will be well guarded from a thousand evils. Amy Lowell will dreams you easy For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives. Amy Lowell heart men life past In science, read by preference the newest works. In literature, read the oldest. The classics are always modern. Amy Lowell always modern literature science I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon. Amy Lowell i-am alone you heart Let us be of cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come. Amy Lowell bear us never cheer
