Amy Lowell Quotes
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To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.
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Even pain pricks to livelier living.
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Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good.
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Poetry, far more than fiction, reveals the soul of humanity.
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Witches are moon-birds, Witches are the women of the false, beautiful moon.
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When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
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Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run.
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All recurring joy is pain refined.
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Poets are always the advance guard of literature; the advance guard of life. It is for this reason that their recognition comes so slowly.
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Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved.
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Everything mortal has moments immortal.
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Art is like politics. Any theory carried too far ends in sterility, and freshness is only gained by following some other line.
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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.
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Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.
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Poetry is the most concentrated form of literature; it is the most emotionalized and powerful way in which thought can be presented ...
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Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
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Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.
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I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.
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How hard, how desperately hard, is the way of the experimenter in art!
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Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose.