I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it. Amy Lowell More Quotes by Amy Lowell More Quotes From Amy Lowell So with the stretch of the white road before me, Amy Lowell horse strong running Fifteen millions of soldiers with popguns and horses All bent upon killing, because their "of courses" Are not quite the same. Amy Lowell horse soldier war Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved. Amy Lowell firefly dark romantic 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. Amy Lowell silly boys war Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good. Amy Lowell coins pay blood If what we worship fail us, still the fire burns on, and it is much to have believed. Amy Lowell belief worship fire 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. Amy Lowell cat moon sweet Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give. Amy Lowell greed time giving You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow. Amy Lowell ice fire hands I know that a creed is the shell of a lie. Amy Lowell shells atheism lying My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind is stuffed with words Which voice the passion and the ache of things: Illusions beating with their baffled wings Against the walls of circumstance. Amy Lowell wall passion heart Underneath my stiffened gown Amy Lowell gowns marble women How loud clocks can tick when a room is empty, and one is alone! Amy Lowell tick emptiness rooms I shall go Amy Lowell up-and-down gowns Without poetry the soul and heart of man starves and dies. Amy Lowell soul heart men 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. Amy Lowell wall gay soldier In my stiff, brocaded gown. Amy Lowell gowns fans hair Poetry is the most concentrated form of literature; it is the most emotionalized and powerful way in which thought can be presented. Amy Lowell powerful poetry literature Not a softness anywhere about me, Amy Lowell softness I never deny poems when they come; whatever I am doing, whatever I am writing, I lay it aside and attend to the arriving poem. Amy Lowell arriving poetry writing
